Sorry Pete.

I like Blues Brothers 2000 more than the first one. Snoogans!

Dylan Loves Jesus.

 
 

11/18/2005

Woke up around noonish, made some coffee. Went back downstairs to check the mail/zone to some Elizabethtown soundtrack/check out my sites. Around 1:30 I showered, got ready for work, and left to the Hampton. Work went slowly as is norm, the highlight being my recap of someone's prancing/run thing they do when they're excited and my meal of sauteed string beans with pork lo mein. Got off work, flew over to Wal-Mart to see if they had the Veronica Mars boxset (they did not), so failing that I rummaged through their shitty dvd selection, looked for an iPod docking station (again to no avail) and eventually bought a pair of black fleece pants for no solid reason at all. Came home, cracked open the laptop and read Kevin Smith's online journal for a while (hence this informative, albeit uninteresting blog post) while I downloaded a few episodes of Veronica Mars and listened to Peter Gabriel's (criminally unrealeased in the US) concept album "OVO." Feeling hungry I threw together a plate of hashbrown casserole, bacon, two eggs over medium, and a piece of toast with a mug of herbal tea. Looked at clock and saw it was 2:30, decided it was time for bed. Lots to do tomorrow, Dylan's here for the week and I have a meeting with Bono and thousands of people.

- Eric.

Sad.

R.I.P. Bluth clan, I'll miss you.

Cleftomaniac.

   I like people.
   Pretty people, ugly people, optimists, pessimists, dog fanatics, cat fanatics, just plain fanatic fanatics, stupid, smart, Mensa material, or even straight out retarded. People are just interesting. I enjoy their presence and influence on my life. People… I just like them.
   Due to this feeling of gusto towards my fellow man, I tend to deal with people well. I look them in the eye when I speak to them, I listen to them, and try to make myself interesting to listen to for them. All that aside, I hit a curb with my polite approach of conversing a few days ago. I met a very nice German girl who’s very cute and very red-headed and in general just very charming. She also has a slightly cleft lip. Anyone who’s seen the third installment of the Austin Powers franchise knows where I’m going with this. I couldn’t stop looking at it. I’d stare at it, catch myself staring at it, and then forcefully look away from it. Then I’d get the feeling I was being overly obvious in my attempt to not look at it. I felt like such a helpless asshole. I started wondering if all assholes feel like this, being aware they’re huge assholes but not being able to help it. Finally, I did what anyone would have done. I started staring at her tits instead of her face. It worked out really well. She had nice ones.
   I’m kidding, but what’s the best way to deal with that situation?



(She did have nice ones though) :-)

Bamford.

I've been demanded to post more via a few different people.

Ok.

I love Maria Bamford. I'd marry her now.

That's it for now.

The Last Intervention of Christ

Judas: Christ! You’ve got a drinking problem!

Christ: Were you taking my name in vain or were you actually talking to me? (Takes a sip)

Judas: I was talking to you. Man, you have a drinking problem, a serious one! The town’s women said you ran rampant last night and showed off your “Little Jesus” to an elderly woman at the market!

Christ: Fuck that skank! I’m not as think as you drunk I am! It’s only wine! Christ!

Judas: Quit taking your own name in vain! Christ!

Christ: Christ! Damn it!

Judas: Christ!

Christ: What?

Judas: Nothing. Want another drink?

Christ: Dear Lord, yes!

Judas: See!!??

Christ: Christ, what?

Judas: You know what? Your Dad can be a total dick, Man. Whew!

Christ: Lord, I know! He makes me dress like a pansy. I hate this toga, it makes me look like such a fag! Fucking Christ, I need a drink!

Judas: Holy fuck, me too!

Christ: I love drinking! My Dad can be a real twat, but he’s fucking cool for thinking this drinking shit up! Whew!

Judas: Whew! Christ! Christ!?

Christ: What?

Judas: What?

Christ: What!? Christ! What? Oops, I fucking answered myself! (Deranged drunken laughter)

Judas: (Gurgling, vomiting noise)

Christ: (Inaudible) Christ! (More laughter)