Today is December 21st, two thousand and eight and it is approximately 3AM aka way past my bed time. When I'm up this late I feel like the entire world is sleeping with the exception of myself. But that can never be true. Now, I started this blog or as I pronounce it, B-Log, to keep myself busy and to keep myself writing (hopefully), because it's writing nonetheless right? And I can only get better at it. Unless somebody mistakes me as a zombie and pieces my brain with a wooden stick. And also. maybe those who read might be amused and/or enlightened or even (hopefully) offended.
Today (well yesterday) I saw Milk. An amazing film about Harvey Milk the political endeavors of the first homosexual man to be elected into office in the United States. Let me just say, Sean Penn's performance was supreme; simply uncanny. Blew me away (no homosexual pun intended) A story well told, and a film that was beautiful in every aspect imaginable. The cinematography tied in well with the stock footage used and gave the audience a legitimate 70's vibe. So kudos to Gus Van Sant for an outstanding work of art.
We also snuck into Seven Pounds which was not the most exciting film to watch. I guess thats what we get for sneaking into a movie right? It dragged, it was dull yet it had potential to be something more. It seemed like a character driven film yet they seemed to be droll and opaque even because the director did not want to show too much. As if he was hiding them from us. But it is possible to give without revealing too much and spoiling the ending, but that wasn't the case here. Same goes with the writing, it wasn't enough. The first hour and 40 minutes was so vague, which lead us to endure the entire film to see how it turns out. But it wasn't worth it. I wanted to like the film after I walked out because I understand what the director was going after, but it was not told or shown correctly. Good form, but bad landing Gabriele Muccino.
I also witnessed probably the feeblest attempt at a game of beer pong In red-cup party history. Seriously, a three foot table with 5 cups each? Like it was Playskool My First Beer Pong table or something. At arms length, one can easily be the victor; even without looking like Michael Jordan at the end of Space Jam (stretch arm strong anybody?) I guess that is what separates the men from the desperate. It was honestly a disgrace to see, yet very funny. I think my IQ dropped a few points. I don't mind playing a game of beer pong once in a while (I dabble), but what ever happened to old fashioned inebriated slurred indistinguishable conversation? Did it die with your class? Probably. Which brings me to tease you with this. We invented a new style of beer pong called RING PONG or as some of my friends call it Don't Get Fucked. And yes, the cups are in a ring incase your imagination bailed on you for dirty thoughts. Further information and rules will be leaked in due time. Though I will go as far to say that it is The Man's game.
Jesus' Birthday is in 4 days. I got him an ice cream cake from Cold Stone, I hope he likes Cookies 'N Cream because I can't return it. AND, I got him some Crocs for his birthday/christmas gift. Yeh, I decided to combine both occasions since he's like thousands of years old, because we all know you get 2 separate gifts if you're birthday is on the same day as christmas ONLY when you're young. They guy has a beard. My cut off age is 18.
As for now, I think I should turn in (I feel like Doug Funny writing B-Logs)
cheers.
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