"I can put my arm back on. You can't."

Wearing: my blue jammie outfit
Eating: nachos
Listening to: Beethoven's 9th Symphony

Holy crap I feel so drained right now.

The nachos I'm eating don't have salsa (because when we went grocery shopping, little miss Mother was like "Oh I'm sure we have salsa somewhere" when really we didn't!) - and that's a real downer.

I don't know why I'm feeling so warn and tired. Maybe I'm just a passageway conveying the feelings of my bank account. The only money I have left to my name that is not in some sort of unattainable until 21 or retired account is in cheque form - that's right, my claim sure got that loafing bastard Marty on his toes. Har!

Perhaps my exhausted state can be attributed to my fast-paced, strenuous day of movie-watching. That's right. I had a movie day - ritch person style! First I saw Fahrenheit 9/11, which made me want to devote my life all the more to seeing a bullet pass through the thick, empty head of George W Bush. I better watch what I say of course, because if I'm not careful I'll soon have the CIA on my doorstep. I went and saw that one with my grandparents because they're cool, like me. One part was a little embarrassing to watch in the presence of people who seemed shocked one time when I said "damn", the part when it showed the American troops harassing Iraqi POW's -
"Hey, Al Baba still has a hard-on!"
"Haha, I touched his dick!"
...That's super.
Next I went to Mikey's house to find that they had gone to the bank to withdraw money to go see another movie - I, Robot! To my surprise I liked it, and I even have a little crush on Sonny the robot. But don't tell anyone. For some reason, Will Smith reminds me of Fabio. (And no, it's not because of the, uh, 'Big Willie Style', if you, you know, get what I'm sayin'.) I noticed that their faces have similar proportions... something only an art student would notice, hehe! God, I'm amazing. The movie also reminded me of that old commercial brought to me by War Amps that has a robot pretending to be a ninja, who, while in the process of infiltrating the alien base, accidentally loses a limb to a very large table saw and proceeds to lecture to his truly enthralled audience of seven-year-olds and The Maestro about the importance of playing safe, with the moving line: "I can put my arm back on, you can't -- Play safe." ...I think the robot's name was Astro.

Anywhoo... I really miss The Maestro but I'm not going to turn a perfectly good evening of being less-sad-than-normal into the big cry-fest that usually proceeds thoughts and/or mentionings of him.


Ta Da