This is like the slowest after-midnight ever. I would've fed gremlins twice already. While I listen to A Charlie Brown Christmas.
So, yesterday, darthspielberg and I found ourselves digging through Bullmoose Music, working to discover a copy of Masters of The Universe. Which didn't happen -- instead, I ended up leaving with Mr. Arkadin (the Criterion Collection one that contains three cuts of the movie, plus the novel Orson Welles wrote that was the basis for the movie), the Complete Nightmare On Elm Street series (for $32! And it has the ultra-cheesy 3D sequence that ended Freddy's Dead!), The Modern Age EP (from The Strokes -- I pretty much picked it up because the version of "Barely Legal" on it has a guitar solo, which was changed in the eventual LP version, exchanged for a bridge of "but then she said oh I can wait"), and a cheap DVD of their first couple of videos.
Finding out Murkling had been tossed out for a line of the article was a sucky way to end the day, though. One of those "WTF" instances.
I wonder what I'm going to do for my 21st birthday. It's less than a month from when I move, so I doubt it's going to be anything expensive. I sometimes hate being born on the 4th of July -- everyone's going to be so busy doing shit to celebrate the holiday that I'm going to be like "hey! I'm... 21... *sniffle* don't nobody wanna get crunked with me?"
At which point, an alligator will come out and there will be some gator-rasslin'.
(If you want to know how the hell that could possibly make sense, direct questions to zombiesdontrun.)
But it does suck being born on a major American holiday. Or any major holiday. I imagine it's even worse for Christmas kids. It's sad to be ignored for fireworks, though. At least Christmas has other people, so you're at least losing to humans.
Now I find myself listening to "Here Comes The Sun" on repeat. That or "Carry That Weight".
I dunno what to do until I'm tired. Maybe I'll try to figure out how the hell one writes a zombie movie that takes place during graduation.
So, yesterday, darthspielberg and I found ourselves digging through Bullmoose Music, working to discover a copy of Masters of The Universe. Which didn't happen -- instead, I ended up leaving with Mr. Arkadin (the Criterion Collection one that contains three cuts of the movie, plus the novel Orson Welles wrote that was the basis for the movie), the Complete Nightmare On Elm Street series (for $32! And it has the ultra-cheesy 3D sequence that ended Freddy's Dead!), The Modern Age EP (from The Strokes -- I pretty much picked it up because the version of "Barely Legal" on it has a guitar solo, which was changed in the eventual LP version, exchanged for a bridge of "but then she said oh I can wait"), and a cheap DVD of their first couple of videos.
Finding out Murkling had been tossed out for a line of the article was a sucky way to end the day, though. One of those "WTF" instances.
I wonder what I'm going to do for my 21st birthday. It's less than a month from when I move, so I doubt it's going to be anything expensive. I sometimes hate being born on the 4th of July -- everyone's going to be so busy doing shit to celebrate the holiday that I'm going to be like "hey! I'm... 21... *sniffle* don't nobody wanna get crunked with me?"
At which point, an alligator will come out and there will be some gator-rasslin'.
(If you want to know how the hell that could possibly make sense, direct questions to zombiesdontrun.)
But it does suck being born on a major American holiday. Or any major holiday. I imagine it's even worse for Christmas kids. It's sad to be ignored for fireworks, though. At least Christmas has other people, so you're at least losing to humans.
Now I find myself listening to "Here Comes The Sun" on repeat. That or "Carry That Weight".
I dunno what to do until I'm tired. Maybe I'll try to figure out how the hell one writes a zombie movie that takes place during graduation.
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i think.