A Year?!

Hey, kids. So today marked the 1 year anniversary of my move to L.A., or Burbank rather. I really don't live in L.A. I mean, I do, but I don't venture much into real L.A. Burbank is kind of a hot, sleepy suburb. There isn't much excitement and most things close before 11pm. It's basically like El Cajon, just less white, and less meth (I think).

But yeah, it's been a crazy year. I had 5 months where I had no job, with exception of minor day-gigs. But now I've been with FotoKem for 7 months. I've made more money than I've ever made, and I spent more than ever too. But the latter is so much more fun. The work is good. I work hard and my bosses seem to genuinely appreciate it. My hours are definitely better now than the graveyard ones. I did 2 and a half months of graveyard. If you didn't see me during that period, you know why, but also be glad you didn't. It was pretty bad. I needed many naps. Ooh, bad...

What started because of the graveyard shift has continued: my weight loss. I've lost 30 pounds this past year. By all rights I needed it somethin' awful. I was the heaviest I'd ever been. But the ladies still loved me, let the record show! It's funny. My watch was tight on my wrist when I got here. Now, if I swing my arm a bit, it rotates all the way around.

One recent improvement in my home life is the departure of my shitty roommate, Max. It was like a weight was lifted from the house. Everyone is much happier. He left his parting shots though. The day he moved out, I could hardly sleep from all the banging around he did. But that wasn't much different from the normal. The guy ran up and down the stairs like a 6 year old. Everyday. It was like there was homemade cookies in his room when he went up, and the ice cream man was passing by when he went down. Inconsiderate. And did I mention he wore my dress shoes?! I could keep going but I'd just get angry. That's not a good idea after 2am. Right, Pacman???

I haven't met the new guy yet, and it might be funnier if I never do, but by all accounts he's cool. So far so good. My towel's been unmolested and he's even bought toilet paper. Less than 10 days in, he's already outdone what Max hadn't done in 7 and half months. There I go again... Anyway, hope I'll meet the new guy soon.

Oh yeah, I had a birthday this week... Bet you didn't notice. By the attendance at my San Diego party, I'd win that bet hands-down. It's hard to be qualitative rather than quantitative about it when you don't even break double digits. It's like I'm selling cancer... Oh well, your loss. I had lots of great food and plenty o' brewskis. But whatevs. Thanks again to those who did pop on by: You're awesome! Let's hope my L.A. party goes well.

Anywhoo, year-end-wrap-up-via-thumb-gesture goes as follows: Thumb mostly up. So that's good. It hasn't always been easy but thanks to my family, my friends, my co-workers, most of my roommates, and pretty importantly, Amanda, my 1st year in L.A. (er, Burbank) has been more fun than none. Let's hope it continues into a snowball (not the dirty kind) of greatness that I can share with everyone I care about. Or let's at least hope I stay off the pipe. Small victories, kids... :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

Personally, I Fraggle While I Rock.

Hey, kids! I thought I'd update y'all about life, talk about stuff, and, let's face it, probably ramble about nothing. Kick it!

So there's an election coming up. Yeah, I know, I just found out myself! I hear McCain picked a woman as his V.P. Yeah, I know, it doesn't matter. It doesn't make him suck less. I don't care if he picked a kitten as a running mate, the dude creeps me out. Well, that and the idea of another 4 years of the same bullshit. Oh yeah, and did you hear that Obama guy's speech??? Yeah. Man's an ass-kicker. I don't how anyone would vote for anyone else. Yeah, you shouldn't do that. Obama/Biden '08. You heard it hear first. But if you've talked to me in the last year and a half, you've probably heard it firster. Woo-hoo! I hope I don't forget to vote again.

Hey, did you see Tom Brady get knocked out for the season??? Yeah, that totally happened. I know! I was like, "Wow..." Shit happens, man. It'd be kind of cool if it began this whole downward spiral into crank and pills, but it definitely won't. He's not that guy. That shit could happen to anybody but Tom Brady. Happened to me last week in fact. But he'll be fine. He'll have Giselle in a fucking nurse-outfit in no time. Some dudes... Pshaah!

Hey, did you catch the VMAs??? God, I wish I hadn't. I've never been so glad that I don't watch MTV. And seriously, does Viacom own Britney Spears?! 'Cause that show was damned near a commercial for her. And like most commercials, I could've lived happier without seeing it, it had no value to anyone's life, and it licked jerky balls. That's right, I said jerky balls. What does that mean? 'Fuck should I know.

The Jonas Brothers should probably die, right? I'm not alone on this, am I?

So my Cardinals are pretty much done. That kinda blows. It's been tough to keep up with them this season. The fact that my favorite player isn't there anymore doesn't help. I think that this could be the Cubs' year, at least in the NL. They're the only team currently in first that has a bonafide closer. 2 of them really, maybe 3 (Wood, Marmol, and maybe Howry). The Mets just lost Wagner. The Dodgers have a committee, if they make it. The Brewers do have Cordero, but as long as they continue to use Gagne as a setup man (and not foot-masseur), they'll have to be up by 9 before they can get to Cordero. Scratch that. Cordero's on the Reds. The Brewers have Solomon Torres. He sucks.

One positive note about the Cardinals: They're not the Padres. Jesus, they suck. Spend some dough, bros!

Oh hey, don't call me on Friday Sept. 19th. I'll be at Yankee Stadium. Seriously, it would be rude.

Hey, you know what you should check out on the youtubes? Search for Crazy Gideon. It's this guy who owns a TV store here in L.A. Just watch the magic.

Oh yeah, I'm good, by the way. Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna call it here. I've got no idea where else to go with this blog. It happens. I'm trying to get back into blogging more often, but I've probably said that before. Such is Aaron. See ya around. :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

So Where Are The Fries That I Ordered...?

Because I certainly got the shake!

Hey, kids! Don't know if you heard the news, but there was an earthquake today in L.A. And guess what? I felt it. First time ever. I could barely hear the rumbling over the sound of my cherry popping. I was actually laying in bed trying to sleep off this cold that I got on Monday when the quake hit. I wasn't scared in the slightest really. Nothing could've fallen on me (besides the roof). So I just layed there thinking, "Will I be able to sleep after this?" And I couldn't. I tried to text those who knew I'd never felt a quake. That hardly worked. I'm sure glad I've got this cell phone for emergencies...

Afterward, I turned on the news and they were apparently freaking the fuck out. It really wasn't that big a deal. Either that, or I'm way too resigned to the probability of death (which, as mortals, we know is 100%). Whatevs.

In case you are concerned (thanks), I'm fine. Everything is fine. Nothing fell. Not even Kataneh's shot glasses from around the world collection. All is good, except for my sore throat.

In other news, in case you hadn't noticed (and shame on you), I've got some new pics. With celebrities even. Check 'em out. Leave comments, ask questions, print 'em out at draw mustaches on everyone, whatever you feel like doing.

Comic-Con was cool, albeit less cool than previous years. It's way too crowded and the lines are nuts. I missed a couple of panels due to long lines (in the sun). Parking sucks huge. I don't think that that's a secret. I should be posting more pictures on my photobucket soon. Remind me if necessary.

I did notice a something that kinda bugged me this year. Like, I saw people, couples rather, where the girl was dressed in costume but the guy wasn't. Totally lame. Talk about your lack of support. I'm not saying that if she's dressed as Raggedy Anne, you gotta be Andy but you gotta wear something other than your normal dork-suit. And carrying a camera with a giant lens doesn't count. Just because you're taking photos doesn't mean you're providing an invaluable service. You're an emo-haired paparazzo at best. And you're lame, but that goes without saying.

I saw that Bat-flick that everyone is talking about (or trying to 'cause it's sold out). I liked it a lot. I'm gonna have to watch it again to soak more of it in. That poor, dead Australian kid put on a hell of a show. That's for sure.

Well, it's late and my mind decided to shut off so this is where this blog ends. It's been fun, kids. You never call, you never write... :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

Chip-chip-choooooo!

Hey, kids! Well it's been a while (and I'm sure I say that often) but I'm glad to say that I'm finally off of the graveyard shift and the graveyard life. I love the people I worked with there but the hours just weren't for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm a night person; just not an all night person. Well, that is of course excluding quality time with the ladies... But even that would be tough every night (but I'd damned sure try!).

So it's cool. Work is pretty good. I've got money. I like that. I'm planning on traveling some in the next year. New York is definitely first on the docket. I think Vegas is in order. After that, who knows. But it's nice to have "the scratch" for when I get "the itch." That could be interpreted as being dirty and if so, you're welcome.

So what else is up... Oh, I'm gonna buy an iPod. I fought it this whole time but I'm finally seeing the benefit. At work, especially. We have the cables to hook iPods up and let's face it: radio sucks. So I've been buffing up my iTunes, I upgraded to Leopard, and I've looked at all the specifications. I'm gonna get the 80 gig iPod Classic. The iTouch is nice but too expensive, and I don't need an iPod to watch the youtubes, if ever. I almost bought the iPod today, about an hour ago, but they only had it in silver. If you remember your Wesley Snipes, it's always better to go with black (or something like that).

What else? Oh, you must see Wall-E. Period. Waaaaaalllll-Eeee.

Oh, one thing that came up when I was working graveyard was that I'd take my lunch, and without fail, I'd get to the break room and TruTV would be on. Everyday. I don't know about you but this reality show bullshit has really got to go. Speeders is a show they've got. Seriously, a show about routine traffic stops. Also, I really don't need to be reminded how retarded people can be. I see it daily. I have eyes.

But the show that really chaps my ass is they've got this show where they show dumb criminals (I know, original) and the have commentary by G-List celebrities (a la Best Week Ever or I Love The [insert decade here]) . People like Tanya Harding, Todd Bridges, Leif Garrett, and Gary Busey. Now, first off, these people are not comedians. In fact, they're infuriatingly not funny. But doesn't it strike anyone as weird that these people in particular are criticizing criminal activities, when they all have rap-sheets?! Wasn't Leif Garrett huffing paint about a day ago? Didn't Todd Bridges kill a guy? Tanya Harding, worst porn tape ever. WTF, mate?!

Also, regarding the TV people watch in the break room at work, George Lopez is a terrible actor. Horrendous. Stick to stand-up, buddy. I actually think they canceled his show. Now, if they could only do that with the re-runs...

On an unrelated and rather random note, Tera, our puppy back home has a snaggletooth. It's hilarious.

That's all I can think of for now, kids. Hopefully I can write more of these here blog things now that my life/sleep is in better order (rather than reverse). Don't forget to wash your squash, kids. I haven't. :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

The World Got A Lot Less Funny Today

Hey, kids. So I'm pretty bummed because my favorite comedian/philosopher, George Carlin, died of heart failure. The man was an absolute master of thought, language, and of course, comedy.

I'm lucky enough to say that I saw him in person, which is some consolation, I suppose.

Though, I didn't know him personally, this still hurts. It's hard when you lose someone who time-after-time impresses you, inspires you, and speaks your language. George Carlin was that for me and I'm sad to have lost a kindred mind.

It would be disingenuous to say that he's in a better place, because he didn't believe in such a place. But if there is, it just got a whole lot funnier.

And on that note, I'd like to end this blog with a cheer in George's memory:

"Rat shit, bat shit, dirty old twat!Sixty-nine assholes, tie 'em in a knot!.Hooraaaaaaay!Lizard shit! Fuck!"

IMD-Me!

Hey, kids! I've got good news. One of the only benefits of working on that reality show earlier this year (besides being able to pay my rent) is that I now have an IMDB page!

I've made it!

BIG TIME!!!

WOOHOO!!!

Well, that might be a stretch, but it's still pretty fucking awesome.

I mean, really, do you have one? (If you do, shut up. This is my moment.)

Check it out: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3013855/

Yippee. :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

Darkness

Hey, you swing kids. So for those of you that don't know (and shame on you for being so uninformed), I've been working graveyards for the last month. The only sun I get to see is the bits that creep in through my window as I try to sleep (all day). It's hard to say how I'm handling it because at work, I'm perfectly awake. But if I try to run errands during the day, I feel restless, I lag, I wait till I can barely complete my errands (if at all).

And then there's the weekends. I do manage to have fun. But it's tough because I spend all week working in one sleep pattern and then spend a weekend working against it. Also, when I say weekend, I mean Friday and Saturday. I work Sunday thru Thursday. That in itself kind of blows because my "Saturday" is everyone else's Friday, so they're at work all day and I'm at home, proverbial dick in hand (I said proverbial, dirty monkeys).

But like I said, I've enjoyed my weekends. I saw Ironman. It rocked. I'd go see it again, honestly. I went home for Mother's Day, to the complete surprise of my mother. I'm good like that. I saw Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay. It was okay. It tried too hard for laughs and the super-happy ending. And it had one of the worst looking George W. Bush impersonators ever.

And speaking of George W. Bush, Oliver Stone is shooting a movie about him, starring Josh Brolin (pictures are out on the 'net, find 'em). We're working on the footage at work, well, some people are. It's so classified now, I'm not allowed to touch it. But I'm not bitter, after all the Oliver Stone DVDs I own and the 2 of his films on my Top 10 list... Okay, maybe I'm a little bitter. It would just be cool to say that I was one of the 2-8 people who handled it. Oh well. You mean less work for me? I can live with that.

What's new with you, kids? Okay, now I'm stalling. Another downfall of working funky hours is that you have trouble holding/developing thoughts in your head.

Anywhoo, I guess this is where I'll end. Hopefully, I can get back into posting more often because I do miss it. For now, kids... :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

Seis Meses

Hey, kids! Today is the 6 Month Anniversary of my move to L.A. I can't believe that it's been this long.

Now that I have a full-time job, I think I can say that it's been successful and a good move but you all have read (hopefully...) how tough it was for a while there. Strikes, man... Wooo those suck. Let's hope that SAG and AFTRA get a deal done soon so I don't have to sweat through another one of those again.

I have made friends with some cool people. Most, if not all, of my co-workers are really cool and funny people. I met a couple good people on the reality show (which I've stopped watching, seriously, fuck 'em), most notably Anthony, whom I've worked with since. Through him and that following job, I got to meet the good folks of Elephant Larry, the hilarious sketch comedy group. Check out their videos on MySpace and YouTube, you'll not be disappointed.

Then there are San Diego friends who now live up here like Jamie, who got me the reality show gig in the first place. Pure awesomeness and great lookin'-out-ability. I hope I can return the favor. Gerry is here as well. We've shared burritos, BluRays, and Rock Band (of which I am an admitted junkie, and drummer oddly enough).

But of all my L.A. friends, one is supreme and without which my move would have been SOOooo much more difficult (uber-difficult). I'll give you guys a second to guess who that might be...

Okay, time's up! It's Amanda.

Without going into so much detail that would leave you all tearie-eyed by the end, I'll just say that Amanda's presence and friendship has been and continues to be invaluable to my life and my sanity.

Awww... Soak it in, kids. Aaron gets sentimental in his blog. Awww...

So there you have it, kids. Six months. Seis Meses (I think that's right). Wow. Here's to more good-times on my journey to the top (or some facsimile thereof). Continued thanks to everyone back in San Diego for their support. It means a lot as well, make no mistake.

:-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb-aaaaaaaaaaaaah-bbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

That's Not Gonna Work

Hey, kids! So I’ve got a few things to say.

First off, what’s the deal with all the news programs doing exposes on the "cheating epidemic?" Just because a couple of politicians (AHEM* sleazebags, kinda redundant, I know), doesn’t mean everybody is. That’s not to say that there aren’t various fucktards who can’t be monogomous to save their souls (what souls?!). There are. There always have been. Many a douchebag have gotten greedy and fucked around on some unsuspecting somebody (male or female) with some other somebody (male or female). That shit happens. But without those cocknozzles (t.m.), good guys like me (Awww...) wouldn’t stand out like the sore thumbs we are (and kinda look like, I had to go there). So hooray for me, I guess. But if getting cheated on makes a girl hyper-suspicious of me, that kinda blows. I guess there’s a trade-off. Moral of the story: Keep it in ya pants, Safety Dance. I apologize for that. But seriously, you rhyme something else with pants!

Secondly, Fancy Feast cat food has come out with a line of gourmet inspired meals. Now, they do realize that they’re making gourmet foods for animals that lick themselves ritually. My idea would be to have a line of food that tastes like cat’s body parts. You know, leg, paw-flavored, or genital flavored (opposite your cat’s, if they’re lonely, or the their own). It’s my idea. Screw you.

Can I just say that I love The Moment Of Truth? I can, and I did.

Amanda has just informed me that there are now, on the planet Earth, in the United States of America: Pillow-Fighting leagues. That’s right. You score points based on technique. Now first off, pillow fights used be sexy. Thanks for killing that. I mean, you score points in basketball, and it’s decidedly unsexy. Second of all, if you can’t get seriously injured, it’s not a sport. What’s the worst that could happen? A feather sneaks out and pokes you in the eye. Well, actually, that sounds pretty cool. But still, this is retarded (and not in an Oscar-nominatedRain Man, I Am Sam, Forrest Gump, or Sling Blade sorta way).

So, the reality show I worked on premiered 2 weeks ago, and guess whose name’s not in the credits? It’s me! Seriously, that fucking blows your dead great-uncle Louis. I woke up at 3am for that. Fucknuts. I may be on next weeks episode though so check it out if you’re not busy getting laid (’cause nothing should interfere with that). Sunday 9pm TLC. That’s all the plug that they get.

That’s what I’ve got for now. Peace, youse guys. :-P Pbbbbbbbbth!!!

"I. Am. Job."

Hey, kids! So if you haven't heard, we can officially celebrate. I am employed. I got a job at FotoKem in Burbank. They process film dailies for most of the film and TV shows that you see. Every now and again you can see the FotoKem logo at the end of a film or show's credits. So they're legit. They ain't goin' anywhere. And more importantly, I ain't goin' to have to move back home! It's an awesome feeling.

And they're starting me out a pretty solid starting rate, and actually more than what they had originally offered. I didn't have to negotiate. I was pleasantly surprised.

But I know what you're thinking. Mo' money, mo' problems. This is somewhat true. I don't know what shift I'll be working yet, though it's most likely some sort of swing shift (afternoon into evenings). Hopefully it won't be graveyards, but that is possible. Luckily, I'll have weekends off. And technically, I've never actually worked full-time, 40 hours a week. So that's gonna be an adjustment. But it's better than adjusting to eating soup hobo-style and living in a cardboard box. I'm pretty sure anyway.

Now, there may be some of you back in San Diego who were hoping that I'd go broke and move back home because you'd feel superior or you'll have a commiserater or you're secretly in love with me, and to those of you: I am sorry. It's just not meant to be. :-C

But to those of you who true fans of yours truly, I think that this is gonna be good. I'm still gonna be looking for "the opportunity of a lifetime" because this job isn't what I want to do ultimately. And I'm also going to continue to make films on my off-hours. I just don't have to take anything and be glad about it anymore. And who knows who I'll meet and what friends I'll make. It's exciting to a degree.

Another good thing is I can start to look for softball leagues, once my schedule is in place. I need to get my glove on and run around the bases again. It's been way too long. I miss you, babe. Yes, my glove is a babe, despite having a man's name on her (Chris Sabo).

One last bonus, now that I'm of the employed status, "Hello, ladies..."

I would be remiss if I didn't tell you about my drug test experience. First off, drug tests are bizarre. Period. "Here. Go pee in this cup." Weird... When I went for this drug test, I followed the nurse (a guy, or murse) back into the office, where I assumed he'd hand me the cup, point me to the bathroom, and say, "Have at it (and don't flush)." But instead, he leads me into a room and hands me a gown as he tells me that the company I'm working for has a "rather extensive drug policy." So I'm thinking I'm gonna have to piss in front of this guy. "I'm not in the NFL," I thought. Thankfully, I did not. I put on the gown, he came back in the room, gave me the cup, pointed me to the bathroom, and said "Have at it (and don't flush)."

But it doesn't go uneventfully. It never does with me. As I walk out of the room, I notice that the bathroom's right across from me. But not only that, 5 feet to my right, is a waiting room for another office, only separated from the office I'm in by an all glass, see-thru door. I'm already grabbing the back of my gown, keeping the pre-show to a minimal. I go in the bathroom, do my thing (I really had to go), and start to head back to the little office where my clothes are. Now between making sure not to spill the cup and turning the door handles, I've got no free hand to close up my gown. So for a few fleeting moments, the folks in the adjacent waiting room got to see the color of my underwear and whether or not I've got that hot, celebrity, full-body tan (I do not). Oh well, I guess.

So there you have it, kids. I's gots a J.O.B.. It's right across the street from The Tonight Show set and 2-5 blocks away from Disney and Warner Bros. Studios. So it's like I'm there. Far as you know.

Special Thanks to Eugene again, for passing along my resume to the right peeps. He's grade-A, kids, and ladies...

And in a last bit 'o news, the reality show I worked on, I Can Make You Thin: With Paul McKenna premiers on March 16th at 9pm and then airs every Sunday night at 9pm for the next 5 weeks. If you need to drop a few lbs (pronounced "lubs"), it might help. I don't know. I never met the guy. Look for my name in the credits under, "Production Assistants."

Thanks for playing along, kids! :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

Mile Stone

Hey, kids! So it's time to celebrate. No, I don't have a job yet. Or a girlfriend (that sounds more pathetic than it should but it stays!).

This blog, my blog, has just reached 15,000 views (or reads, for those who aren't just lookers)!

It's a pretty big thing considering it's just a MySpace blog that I haven't whored out. I haven't gone to strangers and said, "Read my blog..." and I haven't put up flyers or sent out e-vites or e-mails or done e-crack or e-blown anybody. I'm proud of that.

So hooray for me! Hooray for us ('cause you're reading this)! Hooray for internets! Hooray for Tom (maybe)! Hooray for America! Whoohoo... Ah... Okay... I'm done, I think.

But you should totally have a drink for me and my blog. Or fuck. Yes! Fuck on my behalf! Because someone should... That really sounds sadder than I am. I'm okay, romantically speaking. Worry not. But you should totally fuck. Everybody's doing it. Hehe...

I have to thank my subscribers. Butch, Chrissy, Danny, Dustin, Liz, Joanna, Amanda B., Jamaal, Chris, Caleb, Davinchi (whomever you are), and that crazy-bitch I dated around Christmas of '05. Thank you all. You're a big part of this. But you're not alone. Some folks who read but choose not to suscribe ('cause they're gangstas..?) are: Amanda M., Cecelia, Jasmin, Sean, Gerry, and Isaiah. Thanks youse. Anyone I'm leaving out should clearly present themselves more openly. Thank you all the same.

Hopefully, I can continue to kick ass and take names blog-wise. Hopefully, I will continue to be inspired to write stuff on here (and more consistently). Yes, I'm aware that that last statement practically asks for more terrible commercials and people to come to my attention. But fuck it. You gotta take the sour with the sweet. You've gotta eat shit every once in a while to truly enjoy a good steak (figuratively). But I'm not a big steak-guy, but I'm weird.

Anyway, thanks again, kids. Here's to ya. :-P Pbbbbbbbbbth!!!

SuperBall

Hey, kids! So how about that SuperBowl, huh? Wow. I didn't think that Eli Manning really had it in 'em. But I was rooting for him. Well, not so much for him as much as I was rooting against Tom Brady.

Seriously, fuck that guy.

He's got everything in the world going for him. He's a pro football quarterback, a really good one, every chick loves him, he knocked up an actress though he's dating a supermodel (and ALL women have given him a pass on this), he was voted "Best Dressed Man in the World", have I mentioned every chick loves him, he's won 3 SuperBowls, and will invariably be running the entire world by age 40. I bet he even does charity work on the side.

Seriously, fuck that guy. If I don't hate him, no one will.

That all being said, I was talking to the teller at the bank today (yay, I'm not sick!), and she said that this was the best SuperBowl she'd ever seen. I declined to comment because I knew I had an answer that was going to take serious thought to produce. Plus, it was 7-3 until the 4th Quarter. Really? Best Ever?!

So I've thought, and the best SuperBowl I've seen thus far was SuperBowl XXXII (that's 32 for the non-Romans) between Denver and Green Bay in San Diego. You all might remember it as John Elway's first win. That was a great game start to finish. Brett Favre and the Packers had won the previous year and were looking to repeat. They were also favored by 11 points (thanks, Wikipedia!). John Elway had failed to win a championship in 3 attempts and his career was winding down. The scoring went back and forth all game. Favre marches, then Elway marches. Field goals for field goals. Defensive turnovers back and forth, but not in a sloppy way. You've got Terrell Davis rushing well, but leaving due to migraines. Then returning and rushing well (earning MVP honors). And you've got "the helicopter."

Needing a score, Elway, by shear force of will (and no open receivers), makes a run for it and is met by two Packer defenders. He dives head-first and is spun around like a helicopter (see how that works), while also getting the first-down. You could just see how much he wanted it. They score 2 plays later and the Broncos eventually win 31-24.

Aside from the fact that I called the outcome the year before, it was a GREAT game. Back and forth. And scoring. Yes, scoring. So was this last SuperBowl the best? Pfffft. I mock thee.

Also, I really missed Prince's halftime show from last year. They should just have him on repeat. Like, remember how Billy Crystal always used to host the Oscars? That's what they should do. I love Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, but it just wasn't enough. Not for the SuperBowl. Though I will say that lead guitarist Mike Campbell has never looked more alive. Way to go, Mike!

There's something else I want to finish with here. Under Armor. They make shoes and cleats. What exactly do shoes and cleats go under? Or gloves for that matter? And if you wear an Under Armor shirt as a shirt, doesn't it then also fail to be Under Armor?! Plus, the Under Armor guy seems like a total douchebagel (trademark, bitches).

Goodnight, kids. :-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!

Where’m-I-at?

Hey, kids. I know it's been way long since I've blogged. I think it's because I don't stay on MySpace for very long when I check it. I might check-in 5 times a day but I might only spend a total of 1-minute online. But I do try to update my status regularly so keep your eyes peeled for those.

So what have I been up to? I've seen some movies. I watched Ratatouille. That was a lot of fun. And it was in HD so it was also "Grrrrrr..." That's a good thing. I also saw Black Snake Moan on DVD. That was pretty cool. There was nudity and that always helps.

Ah, but I also went to the theater, and I saw Juno. I enjoyed it. At times, Juno's dialogue is so snarky it's annoying but all and all, it was a quality film. Best Quote: "Next time I see that Bleeker kid I'm going to punch him in the wiener." -Mac McGuff

After Juno, I snuck into Cloverfield. It was just like the good old days. Although, it was more stressful than necessary because the head of security (who had hair like predator) stood by the theater door, after I got in, until the previews started. But fuck him (or butt-fuck him, whichever you prefer)! I really enjoyedCloverfield. It was exciting; like a rollercoaster, a free fall, or a swift kick in the nuts. I had heard that it sucked so I was really surprised that I enjoyed the hell out of it. Go see it, kids. Don't pay either.

It should also be noted that The Orphanage was pretty good. There are 3 big scares for the women-folk and a general creepy feel throughout. The ending, I think, most could take or leave. Whateva.

Other than the movies, I've been pretty okay. Prior to my current cold, I was working a bit and having my share of fun. Due to the current cold, no fun is currently being had. That's the way that shit works, ain't it? Hopefully it's outta here soon. Seriously. I got no need for sickness.

Keep it real, homies. :-P Pbbbbbbbbth!!!

Can I just say something?!

"Freeze Frame" by the J. Geils Band is the worst song in the history of music.

It can be heard in the current Papa John's commercials (yes, it's that horrible fucking song).

It has also been heard in every dreadful collection of shitty video clips, a laAmerica's Funniest Home Videos.

It also screams into your head in every fucked up sports highlight reel that looks like it was shot by an epileptic, autistic child with a cell phone camera. Mind you, these highlights were likely shot before cell phones and despite the availability of far better quality equipment. And they still show them today. Seriously, try watching TV on a Saturday afternoon sometime. Look for shows with titles like "wacky" or "whacked out."

It's tragic and someone will die. Unfortunately, it'll be some poor sap with nowhere to go. He'll (no offense, ladies) probably have Dorito crumbs on his chest and socks with sandals on. He'll be looking for a game to watch and he won't find one. He'll see the word "sports" in the title and figure it's okay. And he'll succumb to the aural aneurysm that will slowly take his life. And he probably deserves to die, for whatever reason, but not in such a cruel way.

Because true justice would result in death, for J. Geils and his band.

Damn them. Damn them all to hell.

:-P Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbth!!!