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10.31.2002
you, know, i try to keep the evil out, really i do. i even use "evil-repellant" dryer sheets. but it still seems to find me. we got GTA Vice City on Tuesday, and man does that game rule. but still, we have refrained from the crack enough to pack all our shit up so we can get the hell outta our tiny place. we know that we're going to get into the new place, unpack the PS2 and that'll be it. we figured we can resist the temptation and it'll be a great reward once we're all settled in the new place. then we call speakeasy to set up our net dsl service, and lo and behold, they're having a special promotion where you can get either a free X-box or four months of service at $20 per month. now, we feel very strongly against the contribution of funds to Bill Gates and his empire, however, we feel just as strongly in favor of the contribution of funds to the new Buffy game. so this was a tough call, but we resisted the evil and placated ourselves with the knowledge that we're doing the sensible, married-like thing by getting the cheaper service for a few billing cycles.
oh but it ain't over yet! morgan called back to check on connection dates and they lost all our info. the guy remembered morgan but he had to sign us up all over again from scratch and wouldn't ya know it, the promo we took was no longer available, so it's X-box heaven for us. fuck. two crack pipes now and tons of unpacking to do it's not gonna be good i tell ya. they're gonna find us buried underneat white castle wrappers, with our hands melted to the controllers and every box still neatly taped up and stacked in a corner.
my life is so hard.
:: Shericat 8:34 AM [+] :: speak
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10.30.2002
wow. first i find a product that contains both the words "crack" and "creme" in it, i'm sure i've hit the jackpot. then i find that not only does it smell terrifically herbal and spicy, but it works really well too! then, as if that weren't enough, i find crackcreme.com. i just cannot stop saying wow.
:: Shericat 11:35 AM [+] :: speak
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some days i just really wish i was an ocelot.
:: Shericat 5:03 AM [+] :: speak
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10.28.2002
i love horror films. in fact, my love for them runs so deep and true that they kind of fall under the pizza clause, you know 'even when it's bad it's still pretty good'. well this weekend we went to see Ring 2, the second in a trilogy of absolutely stellar japanese horror films. we had seen Ring 1 last year and it was possibly one of the spookiest movies i've seen since i watched The Prince of Darkness when i was 12. there were a couple of scenes that actually gave me nightmares for a few nights afterwards. well Ring 2 was even better! ok, i get excited about movies more than most people, but this movie just blew my ass away - i actually yelped out loud in the theater and i never do that. wow. now, of course, i'm banging my head against the wall trying to find a region 1 DVD of it, and in the process of looking i found an easter egg posting for the DVD where you can watch the cursed video! argh!!
i cannot leave this post, however, without saying just a little about the recent American remake of this film. we all know full well that we Americans just rip the core out of everything good and serve it up all predigested a la Gerber strained carrots. a shot-by-shot remake of a any great film with some hollywood hot-shit actress plopped in does not a great remake make. say that ten times fast.
i could go on forever about that but it will suffice to say that whatever happened to making our own movies? as though i need another reason to be embarrassed of my citizenship.
:: Shericat 11:34 AM [+] :: speak
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:: Shericat 8:47 AM [+] :: speak
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10.25.2002
morgan could not be more right about the move towards White Castle. i can and will fight the evil temptation, however, and these guys will surely serve as a beacon of light that shines brighter than the holy White Castle sign...
we used to have this thing where we would go over to our friends James and Noralyn’s place and drink beer and play video games till all hours of the night, and eventually we find ourselves starving and drunk and it’s 2 am and everything has just closed except for, you guessed it, ye olde white castle shoppe. we would indulge in slider sinuality and the next morning we would wake up with the flu. every time.
so i’ll be reminding myself of this fact every time i walk home in the cold, cold, night.
fuck fast food. totally.
:: Shericat 8:24 AM [+] :: speak
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10.24.2002
so last night we went to "Danceshow" at Galapagos to see our friend and entertainer, Steven Rishard in a little piece with Katie Workum, who i could not find any good links about, which is a crying shame because she rocks my world. they did this great little high-school-prom diddy to REO speedwagon, which should by all rights have made me puke but instead i gave myself a sidestitch from laughing to hard! it was great. there were some other highlights to this show of 10 short pieces, but one of they guys who organized the whole thing, whose name i will not disclose because i have wiped it from my memory, got up on stage with his laptop on a podium and basically programmed his windows media player for 10 minutes. puh-leez! sorry there bub, but stage lighting, tight-fitting black pants and discombobulated pingy noises do not a performance make. then there was this girl who did this very spastic, throwing herself against the wall and kicking the air a lot "dance" to a Pat Benetar song. can you guess which one it was??? i really hope i'm not the only one in the audience who knew it was going to be "love is a battlefield". even worse, there were several girls in the audience gettin' jiggy with the song while this woman, to my unedumacated eyes, gave her damnedest physical interpretation of the frustration that comes from severe and prolonged constipation. but that's just me.
:: Shericat 7:44 AM [+] :: speak
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10.23.2002
so birthdays. how i love getting older. we all know that they mean nothing more than yet another excuse to go out gallivanting in a drunken stupor and expect gifts from your friends. i’ve apparently reached that age where i can no longer expect to get the real goods from the parentals. for the first time i got a card with $20 in it and nothing else. so maybe i’m spoiled, but in all my years past they’ve always at least asked what i want, even if they don’t want to buy me a truckload of marshmallow ponies at least they’re interested. so that was slightly painful, but it was greatly offset by the generosity of my friends, and as he always does, Paul pulled through with flying colors when he got us this book. i haven’t gotten the chance to really sit down with it yet because we’re moving and it’s big and heavy thus packed safely away but it was just perfect - totally the kind of thing i wouldn’t think of to ask for but now find that my life was incomplete without.
:: Shericat 1:06 PM [+] :: speak
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10.18.2002
wow. what i once thought was just a versatile qualitative expression of someone's personality is now a reality... are we all just really full of shit? and it seems that one of my favorite pasttimes is now capable of solving virtually all my hormonal and physical ailments! will wonders ever cease. well, the wonders that involve my ass anyway.
:: Shericat 10:23 AM [+] :: speak
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10.17.2002
morgan is such a liar. he loves to laugh at people, sometimes i think he loves it even more than i do. just the other day we were in an elevator and this poor, dumb fashion whore wasn't even out the door before he started snorting in laughter and pegging her "sooooo yours". sheah, whatever she was totally his from the moment we laid our eyes on that orange and green tube top. what the fuck who brought those back anyway?? damn that sarah jessica parker i'll get her rainbow brite ass someday....
on a much more interesting note, today i found out that Lincoln Center is showcasing 30 years of Scary Movies, which is awesome anyway but they are going to show Ring and the elusive two sequels that have yet to grace the silver screens outside of japan. i saw this film last year and nearly peed my pants, and frankly i consider myself a bit of a horror film connoisseur so i don't take it lightly that i was effected by this bizarre japanese melodrama. of course, this wonderful country of ours had to capitalize off it's eastern fame and make our own undoubtedly watered-down, generally shitty version of it and yah yah i'm a pompous ass about it. whatever, the original one left me totally slack-jawed and actually gave me nightmares and that was good enough for me, and i'm very psyched that the two sequels will be shown for the first time in the u.s. meanwhile the rest of the movie-going population will be safely glued to naomi watts' ever-pursed lips and prosthetic nipples. speaking of, what is the deal with those??? there was an ad last year in the voice that seriously said something to the effect of "I'm so happy now I can go out in public with confidence!" what i would like to know is, just what is the range of quality in your average prosthetic nipple??? the LesNips are like, twice the price of Life Like Nipples. what, did they spend all that on the photographer? it's a piece of plastic with a tic tac stuck to it for chrissakes!
thank GOD for the internet.
:: Shericat 2:52 PM [+] :: speak
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10.16.2002
My intensely witty life is marked largely by the ability to be tremendously amused by very little things. It is, I think, a gift of sorts, as is this constant source of bizarre and hysterical stuff. I think the scopitone is my favorite. That thing is totally going on my list of shit I’m going to fill my house with when I’m rich.
:: Shericat 10:29 AM [+] :: speak
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10.15.2002
I am so goddamned interesting it's disgusting. just you wait and see.
:: Shericat 12:12 PM [+] :: speak
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