This is not my tune

but it is mine to use.

The World's *Most Adorable* Tallest Man

Linens

'N' Things

Hey, guys, can we make a promise?

Can we all promise to never let go?

If you want to throw punches,

throw them in your rhymes.

You didn't find the conversation interesting because you weren't being challenged enough.

We'll put you in the AP class.

A story I know.

"My friend met DMX at Six Flags. He said, 'Here, hold my ice cream,' while he went to play the basketball prize game."

- Ernesto

I shacked up with a man before marriage.

His name was Jesus.

Respice post te!

Hominem te memento!

The author looms above his page

and thinks it strange that at his age
he can not find the proper words
to describe his only world.

Blogging.

About the environment.

Hey, man, whatcha doin'?

Thinkin'.

Official?

Listen,
they were holding hands.

Dear Mr. Popsicle Man,

I'm sorry I left you on the counter.

There was nothing I can do.

Nothing.

I can only hope that I will someday be able to forgive myself.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

Paris Je T'Aime - 7.5/10. Mostly good, occasionally great. Alexander Payne for the win.

Your taste in music is excellent.

It exactly coincides with my own.

Ritz crackers.

You were cool at first, but I don't like you anymore.

Cherry coke.

You are the bomb.

Archivists

make it last longer.

He lied to her.

He lied to her.
He lied to her with a perfectly straight face.

Ought to know what a liar I am.

Ought to know me by now.

Listen to me:

Never sign without seeing a script.

But you were such an ugly child.

You were such an awkward child.
You were such a stupid child.

Pull up my pants,

now the camera crews are gone.

What we sing about

is none of your business anyway.

The male-female relationship,

as a subject for song.

Perhaps I can take it apart

to see what it's arrangements are.

Yes.

But didn't Jesus also say

The dog.

When I fart, it thinks there's an intruder.

If it all makes sense, you’re the furthest fucking gone.

Into the Wild - 8.5/10. Guy goes into the wilderness for two years. Says to Thoreau: Well, sort of. Flawed, but great in spite of its flaws. Some poor editing/directing choices, but some great choices as far as its purposeful meandering. Guy comes in and out of others lives, changing theirs' and adamantly refusing to listen to what any of them have to offer in return until he finally and desperately learns it for himself.

That's the test, ain't it? Test of true love.

Blood Simple - 8.5/10. Yeah, this was great. Everyone in it is fantastic and I am impressed by how well everything falls together. Nobody knows what's going on but us. I don't know why it isn't talked about outside of it being their first movie.

Jesus Christ, I need to watch something good.

Feast - 4/10. It tries to be from very early on a horror movie that doesn't play by the rules, but it doesn't actually add anything new.

Ah-hoh-hoh.

Forbidden Games - 8/10. A love story between a little boy and a little girl. Shit will break your heart.

Sort of like the abortion issue.

King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters - 7/10. Yeah, cool, all right.

All employees must wash their hands.

All others may walk away icky-poo.

Damn.

That's some good fucking milk.

Give a hoot,

read a book.

Man,

I have got to live a more interesting life.

The upper left side of the picture.

I cannot show excitement.

My face doesn't move that way.

This guy.

This guy right here.

Dear guests,

Bless this mess!

Persiflage.

frivolous bantering talk : light raillery

For what women say to lovers, you'll agree, one writes on running water or air.

Naw. Poetry don't work on whores.

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford - We got a weird one. I can't figure out what's wrong with the first three-quarters, but the last bit there at the end, the last 30 minutes or so is filled with some good fucking shit. Brad Pitt reads lines off a page, but Casey Affleck is fantastic and when Pitt gets quieter towards the end, and Casey matures from an idolatrous young buck to a cesspool of all kinds of emotions and shit, y'all, that's the fire. Fuck. - 7/10.

Attn: Band

Play that song I know.

The picture business.

Hollywoodland - 5/10. It's one of those movies where it can't find enough interesting content in its subject matter so it turns it into a movie-within-a-movie and surrounds it with shit we've seen before.

In Bruges - 6.5/10. An equal mix 'The Matador' and 'Sexy Beast' and, rather than taking its cue from those movies and expanding on what worked and making it better, it instead is pretty much just a mish-mash of those two movies. Ralph Fiennes unabashedly rips off Ben Kingsley and Colin Farrell is Pierce Brosnan's conflicted assassin. It doesn't add anything save for a few moments of genuine fun. The best parts are when it forgets its story and is just a bunch of people fucking around.