Thirteen Steps

I wish Hollywood would stop giving Bruce Willis and Sean Connery hair [the latter has been bald for a fucking decade]. Why are they doing it? What, their characters couldn’t possibly be portrayed well without it? Don’t tell me it’s for sex-appeal. Those two have already fucked everyone, I’m sure. They don’t need more pussy.

While I’m addressing Hollywood, I have a question. Who decided that making Basic Instinct 2 was a good idea? It’s 2006, guys. We have the internet. Seeing Sharon Stone’s bush really isn’t going to get a rise out of the general public, anymore. Hell, anyone who’s seen The Passion has seen Jesus’ pubes. Do you really think you can top the pubic hair of the son of God?

Does Pam Anderson still think that she’s a star of some sort? She wasn’t really even big during her fifteen minutes but, somehow, she still makes the news. She’s really reaching, lately, like in this photo where she desperately screams for attention by finally showing the world her labia:

There’s writing on her boob, too. Classy.

A History Of Violence is not the amazing movie that everyone is saying it is. It was mediocre. A neat idea, but just not executed well enough for me to see it as the trophy film that it’s touted as. Some of those scenes were just really, poorly done.

I saw a band called Eyes Like Knives, Wednesday night. The female vocalist [there were a couple different singers] was sitting on her PA after playing and, with some dim lighting, looked like my ex… thing. I don’t even know what to call her, now that I think of it. Mea. She looked like Mea. It was the nose. Mea had a great nose. It’s funny how a split second of clever lighting and Jamaican beer can stir up something I’ve done a pretty good job of burying.

I was rollerblading in Haslett [MI], once, and smelled Tucson. It fucked me all up. I’d been away from Tucson for a few years, at the time. I couldn’t really even describe what Tucson smells like, honestly, but that was it. I smelled Tucson.

This post is boring, I know. I’m sorry. I’ve not had time to jot down witty / interesting observations, lately. I’m 5 days from the move, you know? I’m consumed by the stress, excitement, and sadness that comes along with that. I still have a bit of cleaning and packing to do. I’ve pretty much finished giving my possessions away, which was much harder than it sounds. Seriously, who turns down a free Ikea nightstand?

It’s funny because it’s true.