Once is a misunderstanding, twice you’re being obtuse

For lack of a better term, I’m a creature of habit. I have a morning routine.  I brush my teeth and groom myself in the same order every day.  I drink my coffee the same way. And I like to park in the same place everyday.

I don’t understand people sometimes. I took psych classes early in college, and I thought I had a good grasp of things, but obviously, that’s full of shit. Why people do the things they do is completely beyond me; this is implying that I’m giving the benefit of doubt to thinking people have to notice their surroundings, especially after it’s been the norm for several months. Even people with disorder-like short-term memory absorb shit after enough repetition, or so like that shitty Adam Sandler movie leads us to believe.

So today’s rant is simply about the fact that at Dykeland, someone keeps hoisting my routine parking space, and I don’t really know why.

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Lunchtime brogging

I just love it when the hipster douches behind the registers at Fellini’s think that they’re doing me such a service, taking my order with typical condescending sneers, and no response to my genuine “how are yous?”  Life is so hard when skinny jeans are choking your nuts, and being unable/so anti-establishment that your beard grows as rampantly as Matisyahu, I guess.

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Good thoughts about She’s Out of My League

I knew that I was going to see this movie when I first saw the preview, and learned about the basic premise.  Not just for the simple fact that it looked like it was going to be a funny flick, but that dorks like me would be able to somewhat relate to the premise, and if there’s one thing that makes a story enjoyable is some degree of realism.  She’s Out of My League was everything I had hoped for, and I can say without any hesitation that I loved it.  It’s not going to be winning any Oscars any time soon, but fuck that- I had a smile on my face all the way to the ending credits.

In short, it’s a story of dork meets smokeshow by chance, and despite the stigma that dorks don’t get together with smokeshows, both of them attempt to make it work, regardless of what everyone else thinks.

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And crazy dreams too

It’s like now I have an outlet to describe wacky dreams I have, which in itself is a little odd, since I thought I had the tendency to forget my dreams upon waking up.

But after asserting my dominance over RE5: Desperate Escape some more, last night, I had a bizarre dream.  Now the details have gotten a little blurry since waking up, having my cereal, and making my coffee, while I was debating on whether or not to potentially bore others with this dream state drivel, but I vividly remember gorgeous night skies, and attempting to take pictures with them on my point-and-shoot camera, and seeing them actually come out beautifully, but then it got weirder when I went to a friend’s house when it was warm and nice outside, and when I was about to leave, it was beginning to snow outside.  For some reason, I washed my hair with a garden hose before coming back inside, where I ran into a house-sitting Wayne Newton, who was angrily asking who I was, and what I was doing there.  Once we were all hunky-dory friends, apparently I woke up a red cobra when I picked up the hose.  Wayne Newton nonchalantly explained that yeah, they were around here, and began agitating it with a car’s antenna.  And then the cobra lunged at me, and that’s when I woke up to one of those intense, startled body jerks, and here I sit now.

 

The Crazies, in brief

Just a few days ago, I watched The Crazies. And compared to Shutter Island and Alice in Wonderland, I liked this movie the best.  Sometimes, I just like simple, and that’s exactly what The Crazies was – simple. Not a blockbuster, or something with a crazy and thought-provoking plot.   The previews, the plot, and the execution, there was hardly anything to think about.  Simple, survival, horror.

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I have nothing left to prove

As it pertains to Resident Evil 5, I have pretty much done it all now.  Earlier today, I did what I thought was the impossible, and I conquered Desperate Escape on Professional difficulty, and I now have all 60 out of 60 available XBOX achievements.  The S ranking is a little bit of a surprise, considering I figured I would be tanked by the great length of time I took to complete the mission, but apparently, my impeccable accuracy, the fact that I killed everything I could out of necessity and not for fun, and racked up a godly amount of bonus stars was enough for me to round out the 400 times I was killed, and the total 2:30:58 time needed to finish.

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