You know I saw that sunnuvabitch who kicked his kid again at the O'Grady's. I didn't start any shit this time. I noticed that the staff seated him far away from us (and everyone else). I guess they can't really refuse service to anyone, but it was clear that they got the preferential seating (in the back by the kitchen). Hehe. That's what you get. Bastard.

Labels: Rants

So I just saw "The World's Fastest Man", Michael Johnson in a Coors Light commercial. Granted the man was a fantastic athlete 12 years ago. Truly the height of talent, but why the hell do we need to see him now? I'm sure he's not competing in anything right now, so why is he now the new Coors Light spokesman? Couldn't they get anyone better (more contemporary) to shill for their warm-piss-tasting beer?

I guess everybody's gotta pay the rent.

Labels: Advertising, Rants, TV

...but Gene Simmons' daughter, Sophie is not that bad lookin'. Although she is like 15.

Labels: Hot Bitches, TV

Why isn't the chick from The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, Nathalie Kelley, in more stuff. God, she is gorgeous.

It looks like she is slated to do some more work this year, but it's just mindboggling why we haven't seen more of her. Maybe she's done more foreign film work. She appears to be Australian.

Good lawd. I tell you what, If I ever make a movie, she's number one on my cast list.

Labels: Hot Bitches

Even though I own the DVD of X-Men III: The Last Stand, and I'm NOTORIOUS for watching the deleted scenes, outtakes, and alternate endings, I never ever saw the very end of the movie where after the credits, it seeems that Professor X is reincarnated.

How the hell did I miss that?

Evidently, even though Professor X was destroyed by the Phoenix, his mind is transferred into the mindless body that rests comatose in the clinic where Dr. Moira McTaggert works. As she walks by to check his vitals, that distinguished voice of Capt. Picard softly murmurs, "Hello, Moira" giving the opportunity for a fourth installment of the X-Men movie franchise.

Not that there weren't any other mechanisms for a fourth movie, like Magneto sitting in a park playing chess in the final scene, after he's been transformed back into a powerless human, and he's able to move a rook a few millimeters.

If you think about it, there's a scene that seemed almost unnecessary, where Professor X is teaching an ethics class, and Dr. Moira and the comatose body, which I assumed was Proteus, are mentioned. I thought it was just to lend a little bit of authenticity, bringing a little more of the X-Men world into the movie. Now I understand why.

Hey, maybe in the fourth movie they'll bring in Gambit (mentioned in the second movie) and Morph. Remember Morph had a bitch of a time?

Deus Ex Machina

Labels: Movies

So I watched X-Men III: The Last Stand about fifty times over the weekend. I had forgotten exactly how sexy that movie was.

Man, the fight scenes between Callisto (Dania Ramirez) and Storm (Halle Berry)...just fucking hot! That sweet ass Dominican with the Bronx accent against that fine ass Halle Berry all clad in tight-ass leather. Truly the times when I'm thankful for the rewind button.

Mmm. Just a whole lotta sexy.

Watch the video of Callisto vs. Storm on YouTube

Vs.

Labels: Hot Bitches, Movies

OK, so I left my cigarettes in the house this morning. I said to my self, "Rather than going back into the house to get them, I'll test my willpower and see if I can endure the day without them."

OK, so...



I'm climbing up the walls having nic fits all over the place, scratching and clawing, just feening for a smoke. I don't actually know what to do at work if I'm not outside having a smoke break all through the day. ;)

Needless to say, I'll be stopping at the local gas station before going to Outback tonight.

Labels: Work

I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the coverflow feature. It has made an iTunes convert out of me. My album artwork is very important to me. I absolutely love the ability to view my entire library by its artwork. It makes me spend HOURS making sure I have the best quality album artwork for my thousands of songs. (I haven't broken the 100,000 mark quite yet, but I'm close.)

I feel a great swell of disappointment when I connect my 80GB iPod to my machine, or any other, and I can't view it by its artwork, like I can my library. All that work manicuring my album artwork goes for nothing. Yes, I can see the artwork for individual songs when I play them, but that's it.

I do all that work, take my iPod on the road with me, then when I connect it to iTunes, the two CoverFlow buttons are disabled. It's such a drag, man.

Why would it be so hard to give that same feature that exists on the library, to the iPod?

God, that's a feature I really really want and I'm patiently waiting for Apple to implement it.

Does anyone else feel the same way?

Labels: iPod, iTunes, Music, Technology

Last night at about 11:30 I was having a HUUUUGE donut jones. I actually submitted to my own greed and went out to Dunkin to get a dozen. I drove to Dunkin walked in the door and the Paki mopping the floor inside told me there were NO DONUTS!

What!?!

Sure enough, I stepped up to the counter and he didn't have a single donut in the store. I just looked at him incredulously like, "How is this Dunkin Donuts, and you don't have any donuts!?!" He told me "We will have some donuts maybe around midnight."

Labels: Philosophizing, Rants