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Allergies have hit hard this year. Today was the first day I took anything for it. Benadryl always knocks me on my ass, and I’m not sure what feels worse: the constant sneezing or the lightheadedness I get from antihistamines. I skipped the gym, headed straight home from work, and got under blankets so I could heap massive amounts of pity upon myself. I also watched three movies.
The Ninth Gate: I actually started watching The Ninth Gate this yesterday, but I got really tired and didn’t want to fall asleep dreaming of Satan. I saw this movie years ago and really liked it, but I haven’t seen it since. I guess it held up, because I love cheesy movies about the occult and unlocking secret codes and all that stupid shit. All this movie needed was the Illuminati, and I would’ve probably been sporting wood the entire time. The one thing that really bothered me this time around, though, was the awful score, which sounded like something from a Pink Panther movie. Otherwise, good show; I still think Roman Polanski should be in jail, though.
Cemetery Man: I haven’t seen this movie in years, and the DVD had been sitting in my drawer, still wrapped in cellophane, for quite some time. I think it had to have been given to me, because I don’t remember ever buying it. I love movies that are in English but are still seeming dubbed over. Also, this might be the best zombie-as-metaphor movie ever made: totally absurd and slightly surreal, but with lots of blood and sex. Anna Falchi portrays the sexiest zombie ever on film. Too bad she gets a shovel cleaved into her head.
Se7en: In my early 20s, this was my favorite movie. I still like it, but the premise has worn a bit thin. Through no fault of its own, Se7en served as the blueprint for every shitty torture-porn flick that followed it (namely all of them). It’s a shame that we have Se7en th thank for the Saw franchise. But Morgan Freeman is just so good in this, and the script is really clever. However, at the end, when Freeman is trying to talk Brad Pitt out of killing Kevin Spacey, I almost hope Freeman would just say, “Aw, fuck it. Just shoot the psycho.”
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Thinking of a way to work this into our Bach Guitar Marathon…
It’s a shame that Januarys are always my bleakest financial month, or that guitar marathon would be on my list for sure. With our without the funny picture. Any chance of a YMCA employee discount? Huh, huh?
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Teen runs up cell phone bill of nearly $22,000 -
From my experiences with my carrier, AT&T, if this happened to me, I suppose they’d just ask me if I’d like it in the ass with or without lube.
Waiting for the S79 back to Staten Island at 86th Street and 4th Avenue, I walked into a deli/grocer to buy a half-gallon of milk and a sandwich.
I asked for what I always ask for at small deli sandwich counters: chicken cutlet on a roll with lettuce and mayo. I guess I’m a creature of habit. But there’s something about the breaded chicken cutlets at small deli sandwich counters that makes my mouth water. In fact, as I type this, my stomach is growling.
In any case, it’s a simple order, but you’d be surprised how often it gets messed up. I guess the way I say “mayo” makes people think “tomato,” because I always end up picking a few of them out of my meal (I don’t ever send anything back, I figure I was just fated to eat the thing as is).
When I got my sandwich, I walked back outside toward the bus stop. I barely reached the intersection before I was tearing into the warm, wax paper-wrapped bundle.
It wasn’t the sandwich I’d ordered. The chicken cutlets were there, piled three thick, but the lettuce was not. Instead there were tomatoes—or something resembling tomatoes—lacquered in mayo, and cheese, which looked and tasted like Muenster.
Of course, I ate it anyway. And it was good. In fact, as good if not better than any of the correctly prepared chicken cutlet sandwiches I’ve ordered over the years. Maybe the sandwich maker just misheard me, but maybe he just knew better. And who am I to argue with destiny?
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Old memes never really die.
Interviewing Exene Cervenka from X in just over half an hour and and extremely excited. The best part is that preparing for the interview, I’ve been rocking out to X albums/video clips.
Satan for Kids, Awful Library Books
All I want for Christmas is a copy of this book.