Saturday, November 19, 2005

As I suspected...

...God hates me.

Bama loses to Auburn for the fourth year in a row, and now I'll have to deal with their ignorant fans' whore mouthes for another year. And as bad as that is, it isn't even what's making me want to crawl under my bed and die. Tuesday night I couldn't keep my damn fool mouth shut anymore and told my best friend that I love her. Needless to say, she doesn't feel the same. We're spending the weekend apart. Tomorrow night we'll talk, and it will be over. And now I'm one of those idiots that uses his blog to whine about how depressed he is. I hate myself.

Friday, November 18, 2005


852) Touching the Void. I know I would have given up, rolled over and died. That guy is amazing.

853) Shopgirl. Felt longer than it was, but still very enjoyable. Maybe it was the 983rd establishing shot of LA...

853 down, 147 to go.

- Assuming Bama wins, I'll be working late printing score shirts so there won't be a lot done tomorrow. There's also been a lot of personal turbulence this week and my will to sit and watch a bunch of dumb ass movies is draining rapidly.

Thursday, November 17, 2005


849) Nick of Time. I wanted to like it, but there were about two too many plotholes that I just couldn't overlook. Good idea though.

850) I Walked with a Zombie. It's like Jane Eyre, but with more voodoo! Special note: The cast includes a man who goes by Sir Lancelot.

851) Derailed. I thought it was lame for about 45 minutes until they showed what was going on and then I liked it. Plus, if they ever make the movie about Joe Namath's life Clive Owen should play him.

851 down, 149 to go.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005


845) The Americano. Surpisingly violent at the end.

846) The Vanishing. Surprisingly comical throughout.

847) The Passion of Joan of Arc. It's a good thing I'm not a stoner, cause this would have freaked me right out of my skull.

847 down, 153 to go.

Update: Looks like this might be an all-nighter.

848) Children of Heaven. Possibly the saddest, yet sweetest, movie ever. It's a good thing I'm not a girl, cause I would have cried my freaking eyes out.

848 down, 152 to go.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


843) I Love You to Death. No.

844) Comanche Station. Yes.

844 down, 156 to go.

Monday, November 14, 2005


842) Play Misty for Me. Very 70s, and it seemed dated, but it was still worth watching since the psycho is Lucille from Arrested Development and seeing all the people going nuts to "Willie and the Hand Jive" during the jazz fest scene.

842 down, 158 to go.

Sunday, November 13, 2005


839) Mermaids. I like Bob Hoskins, but not that much. Whatever.

840) The Mystery of Rampo. One of Stranko's recomendations. It worked out pretty well, but reading subtitles always puts me to sleep so it took awhile to finish.

841) Beautiful Girls. With a title like that, I thought I'd be safe from Rosie...

841 down, 159 to go.

- Is there such a thing as a football hangover? We got back home around 12:00 and Sarah went to bed, but I stayed up fretting over every last little thing that should have gone differently. I guess it's a good sign that Bama fans aren't dejectedly resigned to another loss anymore and that, even though our offensive troubles were bound to finally catch up, we all still fully expected to win and keep winning, but it's too hard to think about. Cecil Hurt, as always, attempts to put a positive face on the loss and the end of "the dream," but we were so close to being back, to being Bama, again that the idea of this being a jumping off point to bigger and better things is a very small consolation. It's still conceivable that we can finish the season with wins over both rivals and an at large bid to a BCS bowl and looking back this will seem like a good season, but it's always the hard losses that you remember and I know I'll think about this one for a long time.

- Most disturbing revelation of the day? Some asshole got here by searching for "9 year old girls having sex movies" and I'm the first page MSN directs you to.