3/11/2005
The New Star Wars Trailer is Bad with a Capital B...
I haven't had much time for posting or reading blogs recently. The dogs of work are upon me. Anyway, Cob and I (of course) caught the trailer, taped it and then rewatched it multiple times. It's a beauty alright. Even better than the last one. They just make it look like the intergallactic excrement really hits the fan. The emperor looks super cool with his evil, twisted face. Can't wait to see him get more screen time than in any movie since Return of the Jedi. Part silver tounged Lucifer, part hideous monster ready to dole out some deep hurting. As both nimrods running for president said last year, "Bring it on!"
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I haven't had much time for posting or reading blogs recently. The dogs of work are upon me. Anyway, Cob and I (of course) caught the trailer, taped it and then rewatched it multiple times. It's a beauty alright. Even better than the last one. They just make it look like the intergallactic excrement really hits the fan. The emperor looks super cool with his evil, twisted face. Can't wait to see him get more screen time than in any movie since Return of the Jedi. Part silver tounged Lucifer, part hideous monster ready to dole out some deep hurting. As both nimrods running for president said last year, "Bring it on!"
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3/02/2005
Another Death...
But this time closer to home. Many of you have heard a tale or two about the twins that grew up on my street. Two reckless, fun, insane kids that added infinite fun and havoc to my formative years. I found out from my mom that one of them died of a drug overdose recently. I can only imagine what it's like to lose a twin brother (or sister), especially at such a young age.
Anyway, The Twins (their eternal title) as such are no more and that's a sad thing.
The twins grew up in a house run by a playboy, porsche driving father and a, let's just say vivacious, mother. This was not Mr. and Mrs. Brady. They were born in the wrong age. They would have made a fine pirate team on the seas, or maybe a notorious bank robbing syndicate in the Old West. They caused much harm, but never meant any. They really were good kids at heart. They had the most innocent faces in the world and somehow, that said something about them even though they were anything but innocent.
Their first wave of terror consisted of running through the neighborhood naked as they could be, unbound by traffic or anything else. Two little lords of the flies with savage smiles, marking their territory (and enemies) in exactly the same manner a dog does a fire hydrant. Next they worked their charm on babysitters unfortunate enough to accept the job. I know of none that ever sat for them more than once. If an activity involved getting into trouble, they were always at the lead. Somebody decides to knock on the hated neighbor's door and ambush him with fire works... you knew who'd do the knocking. Poor a gallon of gasonline into a sewer and throw a match in? No problem. Of course he did almost burn his face off with that.
I had so much fun growing up with them. Memories fade and it's hard to remember exactly what was so funny in any given scene... I just remember us laughing and the spirit of mischief that was in the air whenever we got together. We started fires (many), fights and incidents that had the cops cruising up and down our street. It was all in good fun back then and I guess that's what really marks the end of childhood. Consequences, like taking too much of a drug and never waking up.
It's the sinners who need our prayers, not the saints. When it comes to my friend, I hope an innocent heart goes a long way towards absolving a lot done wrong.
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But this time closer to home. Many of you have heard a tale or two about the twins that grew up on my street. Two reckless, fun, insane kids that added infinite fun and havoc to my formative years. I found out from my mom that one of them died of a drug overdose recently. I can only imagine what it's like to lose a twin brother (or sister), especially at such a young age.
Anyway, The Twins (their eternal title) as such are no more and that's a sad thing.
The twins grew up in a house run by a playboy, porsche driving father and a, let's just say vivacious, mother. This was not Mr. and Mrs. Brady. They were born in the wrong age. They would have made a fine pirate team on the seas, or maybe a notorious bank robbing syndicate in the Old West. They caused much harm, but never meant any. They really were good kids at heart. They had the most innocent faces in the world and somehow, that said something about them even though they were anything but innocent.
Their first wave of terror consisted of running through the neighborhood naked as they could be, unbound by traffic or anything else. Two little lords of the flies with savage smiles, marking their territory (and enemies) in exactly the same manner a dog does a fire hydrant. Next they worked their charm on babysitters unfortunate enough to accept the job. I know of none that ever sat for them more than once. If an activity involved getting into trouble, they were always at the lead. Somebody decides to knock on the hated neighbor's door and ambush him with fire works... you knew who'd do the knocking. Poor a gallon of gasonline into a sewer and throw a match in? No problem. Of course he did almost burn his face off with that.
I had so much fun growing up with them. Memories fade and it's hard to remember exactly what was so funny in any given scene... I just remember us laughing and the spirit of mischief that was in the air whenever we got together. We started fires (many), fights and incidents that had the cops cruising up and down our street. It was all in good fun back then and I guess that's what really marks the end of childhood. Consequences, like taking too much of a drug and never waking up.
It's the sinners who need our prayers, not the saints. When it comes to my friend, I hope an innocent heart goes a long way towards absolving a lot done wrong.
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