Friday, November 21, 2003

Feels good to get that out of my system. It's amazing how cathartic a little venting can be. And, I don't have to whine and bitch to a friend, at the risk of losing said friend. Who wants to listen to all that? No one. Got a problem, deal with it. Move on. So that's what I'm gonna do. No one said life is easy. Some random thoughts:

Nothing more disturbing than the Michael Jackson mug shot. Is this guy even human anymore? Has a black man ever converted himself into a white man before? It reminds me of when your mom would tell you your face would freeze like that if you keep making that face. This guy apparantly tried to mimic a bug-eyed albino, and the rest is history...

Saw Terminator 3 last night. Good movie. Not as great as the prior James Cameron epics, but a good movie. The end really tied alot together. It was well done...

On the other hand, I must comment on Cube 2. We give my roommate alot of crap about picking this movie, and it is all deserved. What a wretched piece of effluvium this thing is. We have reached a point now, where anything he (Tony, my roommate) recommends, we automatically assume it will suck. So far, he hasn't let us down. Never in history has anyone had the ability to brand a movie/tv show with the label of mediocrity with such precision and regulatrity....

Tomorrow marks the 40th anniversary of JFK's assassination. How can we not raise questions as to the validity of the lone gunman theory? A mediocre marksman gets off three shots with a bolt action rifle, and gets a direct hit on a moving target going away from him? And what about the "back and to the left" stuff? I mean, do we really think that this went down like they say it did? Something is definitely rotten in Denmark....

On that same topic, the JFK assassination is considered THE major event in the lives of those who experienced it. Those of us from Gen X can remember vividly the Challenger disaster. All sitting in school, most of us actually watching the event, as a teacher went into space for the first time. I can still remember the sorrow everyone felt. Until 9/11, that was as sad a day in American history as I can remember....

I really hate it when people say "I could care less." The proper statement is "I couldn't care less." The former intimates that you have the ability to care even less about something, which could mean you care 100% about it. Couldn't care less means you care 0% about it.....

I still say that Val Kilmer's performance in Tombstone as Doc Holliday should have garnered him the Oscar for supporting actor. That he wasn't even nominated was one of the Academy's great injustices. Jesus, even Marisa Tomei WON for My Cousin Vinny. A nice movie, but Oscar?!?!?!

I don't know why, but I just don't understand the fascination with the Beatles. They are a nice group, but the music says nothing to me. To hear that of the top 10 albums of all time, they had like 3 of them. And Sgt. Pepper (which I took the time to listent to) was number 1, just befuddles me. The highest ranking contemporary album was Nevermind by Nirvana, a definite classic. But where are all the other albums we have been listening to growing up. U2's The Joshua Tree; Pearl Jam's Ten; Dr. Dre's The Chronic; Public Enemy's Fear of a Black Planet. Albums that changed genres, that inspired thoughts and ideas. Meanwhile, the grating moans of Bob Dylan are lauded as genius rock and roll. Maybe it's a generation gap, I really don't know.....

I really love it when its really cold in the room, and you curl up in the comforter, so you are warm and snug inside, and can sense the chill outside. That is just the greatest feeling out there.....

My roommate won't drink Coors Light because he hates the guy who drives the car sponsored by Coors Light in Nascar. And he isn't a Nascar fan. I find that to be more perplexing than the Theory of Relativity.....

This whole BCS thing kills me. I mean, Ohio State really sucks. They barely beat garbage teams (at home no less), but they are better than USC who throttles everyone? When are we gonna get a playoff system, and settle this on the field. It's like politics - the more something makes sense, the less chance there is it will occur.....

Speaking of politics, I'm giving Ahnold a chance. He may not be a genius, but he is no politician. He appears to care, and that is what we need. No more posturing, just hard work. Worst case scenario, he can kick the crap out of anyone who disagrees with him....

When they finally build a rocket to jettison all the crappy people in America, please save seats for Terrell Owens, Keyshawn Johnson, Rosie, Dr. Phil and Ashton Kutcher. Oh, I get it, you are a famous tv guy who wears mesh caps, so you are cool. My bad. The sooner these people go away, the better....

Do you ever want to punch someone in the face? Everytime I see these 120 lb white kids with their hat turned sideways I want to punch them in the brain....

Day 1, nothing new. Life is a grind. I find that every day gets shorter and shorter, as if the hands that wind the clocks of time are aware of how much of it I need, and how little of it I have. The clock mocks me. I ask it for 5 minutes here, and another 5 there, yet the only thing it can do is speed up, leaving me clutching at straws. Work. School. Life. The three run into each other, creating an amalgum of stress, leaving me petrified and immobile. I have reached a state where I have so much going on, I am able to accomplish none of it. My brain and schedule are saturated to the point that I can alleviate the pressure in neither. The psychological profession has offered a daily respite in the form of pink and white capsules, while the good people of Milwaukee and St Louis provide the sweet amber nector which eases the transition from the serenity of Friday night, to the impending doom of Monday morning. All along, I keep plugging. Grinding. Shuffling through each day, the gleam of that brass ring becoming more pronounced each day. They say success is a journey, not a destination, and I am learning that first hand. For all my whining, I am thankful. For health, and family, and love. These joys trump any petty stress I complain about. I just hope that this quaint journal can act as a magnet, and help drain that stress from my ever expanding body.

To be continued...