It was great talikng with you on Father’s Day. I’m so glad you finally got to read my blog. I was always hoping you would stuble on it one day. I’m sure you’ll keep reading. We’ll shoot that game of pool later.
I know that dude. It’s Chris Morre the Producer of Project Greenlight. That show proved that it’s almost impossible to make a good movie. It had good intentions but ultimately was a waste of time and money. Oh well, on the bigger and better Chris.
Gabe informed me of Erika Christensen’s presence the moment I walked in the door of Kings. There was a brief few seconds when their eyes met. She smiled. He smiled. He’s currently spending the evenings camped out in the bushes outside her home.
I’ve never seen so much killing. I mean Die Hard killing is one thing. You can watch 700 people get sprayed with bullets but it doesn’t really register. This is more like murders. Except there’s a kicker, the murderers are 8th graders.
But, with that said it’s really not about killing at all. It’s more about human nature and a handful of other comments on society—thrown in haphazardly at the end of the film. It was horribly violent but it was so creative and interesting that I didn’t get wrapped up in it.
So if you haven’t seen it just imagine 40 spoiled Jr. High students trapped on Survivor Island with an assortment of weapons. This is the kind of film Tarrentino unapologetically rips off and calls an homage.
I drove up to my house today and I saw a car with black smoke seeping out the window. It wasn’t totally on fire, it was more of a smolder. I remember the car from last weekend when I did those outdoor lights—it was parked in front of my door. I had to hose it off because I had gotten some mud on the door. I noticed the window on the passenger side was cracked so I was trying not to soak this guys interior.
Well it looks like a pyromaniac decided it would be interesting to light something on fire, slip it in the window, and walk away. I’m not really sure how else it could start. I’m pretty bummed for the guy. Having to buy a new car is kinda rough.
Here’s an incredibly boring and low quality video of the fire department breaking his windows out. Ouch…
The drama starts.
The fire fighters show up and look totally bored.
Me and this kid are front and center right in the middle of the action.
But the fire is so small that they start to put it out with a spary bottle.
What’s the red stuff in the squirter. I bet it’s some super secret fire fighting spray.
Am I wrong or is this figher man/woman like 9 years old.
The aftermath.
So I’m cruising home on Friday and what do I see poking it’s nose out of the Mercedes Benz dealership: a Smart Car. Finally this thing has come to the States.
I’ve been pining over the Smart Car for a couple years now. It’s a good little commuter car that gets a supposedly impressive 40-mpg. But, did you know there’s already a Mini that gets 50-mpg but they don’t sell it here? Is the Smart car really that smart?
Why won’t they sell the Mini here you ask. It’s all about emissions, or that’s what they say. Is the air in Paris worse that the air in Los Angeles?
Why do we always get ripped off in this country (rhetorical: the answer is of course is money). Europeans have had Smart Cars for years now. They wonder if Americans will drive them. Apparently Americans will drive a car that looks like a football before they get raped one more time at the pumps. We’ve dumped 440 billion+ into annexing Iraq so we can all have “cheap gas” here in the U.S.—oh no wait, we’re speading freedom. These same ass wipes liberators are keeping the technology from us. The Smart Car runs on 3 cylinders and it’s the size of a peanut M&M.
The Honda Insight gets 70pmg. Of course that car has been discontinued—possibly because it looked so ridiculous.
Check out the EV1 above. Seriously, soak it in. If I were driving that thing I would feel like I was being punished. That contraption is an autotmotive pillory that is only suitable for complete environmental zealots or people who own Ham radios. Why does an aerodynamic car have to look tragically laughable? Birds are aerodynamic and they look cool. I don’t want drive a car that looks like a Mexican version of the Jetsons. Call me vain, but I don’t want to look like a douche bag. I don’t need my car to say, “Hey, look at me, I’m driving the future!” I just want a car that looks like all the other cars but has something under the hood that represents that fact that we’re closing out the first decade of the 21st century. I had my first computer in ‘81. It had 4k of RAM. Now, in my laptop, I have the Death Star. In 1980 the average MPG was 20. Today it’s 20. I guess cars are a ot harder than computers. Maybe Apple and Dell should start making cars so we could all catch a fucking break.
This era will come to an end one way or another but jeez…come on people.
Sheila and I saw Ocean’s 13 at what will soon be the new Arclight on Ventura. This whole series has just been nuts. I’ve never watched a movie that was so self-aware of itself. It’s almost as if the actors are looking right at the camera the entire time with a look of disbelief—can you believe this shit? The story line is absolutely implausible and seems to take pleasure in that fact. It’s kinda like watching Britney get out of car. You say, “Excuse me miss but I can see your vagina.” She says, “Oh NO, I’m so embarrassed (wink wink)”. So as you watch the movie you quickly realize that if they don’t care then why should you…and then, ironically, that’s when you start to enjoy it. Ultimately the film is an ice cream cone. It’s a guilty pleasure that you gobble up but then quickly move on to something else.
This weekend I put on the cowboy hat and got to work on the front door. It’s located on the side of the house and it’s sort of impossible to find if you don’t know where you’re going. So, I thought I’d drop some lights out there to spice things up.
I started at the top and worked my way down. This one shines down on the front door and makes some nice dramatic shadows on the iron work. Next I ran another wire from the base unit to the ground and started digging. I had to run a wire under the walkway so I got this little tool.
You glue it on the end of a PCV pipe and it makes a pipe-water-jet-thingy. Then, you crank the hose up and point. That’s it. The water digs for you and it’s pretty fast.
After that I just tied the wire on the pipe and pushed it through.
The lights are like 10 bucks a pop. You just stick’em in the ground and hook’em up. See that little clamp thing? It just snaps on and that’s it. It’s a glorified Christmas tree light.
Then I ate lunch. I only eat this crap like once a month or maybe less. When I do, it’s really good.
While I was enjoying my trans fat I noticed that Sheila’s cactus container was looking good so I snapped a picture. Back to work.
The next step was to bury the wires in little trenches.
Last thing was to hook the wires up the the power which is like “installing” speakers on a old stereo. I’m done!
This movie is seriously fucking funny. No…serious, it’s fucking funny. Seriously.