Please help out my friend and vote for her ring, please! It's the one that has "You will never walk alone" inscribed on the band. Please? It'll take one minute of your day! ;)
I went out to Level last night and it was SO much fun! I still can't hear properly though. Got kinda drunk, though I actually feel alright today. But we'll see what happens when I try to eat something. Hopefully I won't be sick for four days like usual. *crosses fingers*
Okay, I don't mind the occasional forward. A joke here and video there, but I gotta say I HATE sympathy emails. (ex. "I'm dying and my last wish is to send this out around the world, blah, blah, blah..." that's been going around so long the kid is long dead by now.) I also don't like getting those "send this to ten friends to show them you really care!" because I haven't talked to most of the people sending them to me in months, so if you really care, PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE AND CALL!
This is not the time or place for ranting about this, though, as I did have a point (well, somewhat) to my post.
I received one such "live your life to the fullest" email today, and it started out saying: (this is verbatim; I copied and pasted it directly)
GEORGE CARLIN's wife died recently. In case you don't know, George Carlin is the rude, crude, gross and mouthy African American comedian of the 70's and 80's.... I am truly amazed to learn that he wrote the following; read it, it's good I promise, everyone should have a read and thought about this.
I say:
1. George Carlin's wife died TEN YEARS AGO, in '97.
2. George Carlin is NOT AFRICAN AMERICAN! He was born in New York! If you're going to label him as anything other than American, he's Irish American.
3. George Carlin did NOT even write "The Paradox of Our Time," and he has admitted as much.
4. George Carlin is rude, crude, gross and mouthy... but they forgot F&#*ING HILARIOUS!
So before you decide to forward something on to a billion people and supply spammers with endless amounts of email addresses for the taking, take a minute to think about what you're sending and if it's actually worth sending.
Okay, so there's this guy I like and last night I had a dream about him. But don't get ahead of me because it's not THAT kind of dream.
Anyways, I guess I was some kind of superhero-by-night kind of person, and I had my secret identity to keep me safe and warm, of course. So one night all these monsters and stuff attack my house and I have to figure out different ways of killing them. They would kind of stay in one area of the house until I confronted them. Pretty handy, eh? Anyways, I completely destroyed my house, and the boy I like was coming into town to visit and was going to stay at my house. (Even though he's not from out of town in real life)
So I had no choice but to go stay at the town brothel. Yes. I know. And he was kind of avoiding me because, well, BROTHEL. Until one day he finally came to visit me, and I had to ask my roomate/hooker friend to leave the room so we could have some privacy. So we were hanging out and we got to kissing (woohoo!) until he pulled out a recording device and started interviewing me because he had figured out I was the superhero!!! I was so angry and I kicked him out! I really thought he liked me!
Anyways, I went home to mom & dad's (because when my house gets destroyed I immediately think BROTHEL instead of PARENTS) to lay low for a bit and the newspaper arrived that morning so I look at the front page, and the bastard had written an article all about me and my superhero identity! It was his big break into journalism I guess, so he used me as the subject. I was so angry! Then all the neighbourhood kids started running up to me and asking me questions and stuff. It was insane.
So then he started avoiding me again, and of course I didn't want to talk to him. But it was really funny because after a couple days I had forgotten what he did and I was calling him and he wouldn't answer and I was like, "what the hell?" until my family reminded me what he had done. That's all I remember for now, so if I remember any more I'll have to add it.
You know how when Batman Begins came out and everybody was so impressed and amazed and thought it was the best ever? Well I didn't really get it; I'm not a huge Batman fan. I liked the first two with Michael Keaton much better.
I now understand.
See, I went to see a little movie called Superman Returns, which I have waited for since the first mention of a new Superman movie. I was blown away. It was enthralling and entertaining. Brandon Routh did such a great job, not only as Superman, but as Clark Kent. You really can see the difference between the characters, even though they are essentially the same person. He definitely has some Christopher Reeve moments. This doesn't mean I understand the hype about Batman Begins any better, I merely understand how all of those people felt. Superman is by far my favorite superhero and will continue to be, I just hope they don't destroy it with tons of sequels or anything.
Speaking of sequels, the new Spiderman looks good with Venom in it. And Topher Grace to boot, wheee!!
I'm already going back to see Superman Returns on Tuesday with a few people, so if anyone wants to come, give me a call on Tuesday. It's at the Capitol Theatre on the Westside though, because I boycott Famous Players, wheee!
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