Last we left off, I promised a T3 recap.
I'll stay spoiler-free. I wrote up a really nice spoilerless review, and lost it due to my own browser stupidity. Short version? It was good. It wasn't groundbreaking like the first. It wasn't mindblowingly amazing like the second. But it was seriously worth seeing if you're a fan of the series. The first cuts your hand off like Cock-Knocker. The second throws your organs to the floor and proclaims itself the Queen of France while waving its arms in a dance. The third shakes up your organs, tests them for internal bleeding like they did to
So Movie Night was delayed due to


We chatted for a while after the movie, and then
Meanwhile,
The next day, having off, I joined the two for an interesting pancake brunch. I've never seen two guys turn so red and try to hide so quickly due to one line from a waiter.
Did nothing all weekend. Seriously. Mostly for reasons I have hinted at. Played video games. Talked to people. Did nothing. Nothing nothing nothing. Like The Fugs song.
Monday I drove around before work. This week we had plenty to get done,
Last night, instead of Movie Night, it was fun with the network night. Go see pictures that
Saturday I've got
But before I leave you, there's a few pieces of good news.
- Frank hates YOU! merchandise is shipping. If you got in on it, the stuff is in motion.
- Wednesday I cancel out on Movie Night to see The Fugs in the Village with
hiphopatcong. For those that didn't know us freshman year of
drewuniversity, The Fugs were my Happatai/Mahir/AYBABTU style obsession. Pete,
hiphopatcong, and I played them on our radio shows all the time. A year or two ago
towelboy borrowed my Fugs CDs and had to replace them, they were that good. And now we get to see them live, in their native environ. Ask
melim000 or
periol, I was dancing for joy when I heard the good news. This summer I see Santana, Fugs, and Maiden. Good times.
- My brother has gotten a journal. Don't be too hard on him, you can find him at
cessna182.
- My old BBS friend
stepson and his girlfriend's good friend is a regular on my brother's message board. So
graye gets to get freaked out again.
And now, girls jumping on trampolines. Good night teenagers. See you in twenty-three hours, peace, and think number one.