Thursday, June 26, 2008

Super-Fantastic Bonus Post! - Movie Review

I just saw In Bruges. It stars Colin Farrell as a rookie hitman hiding out with his handler in Bruges, Belgium after a job goes wrong. Darker than Snatch and not quite as funny, it managed to be a great movie. Farrell was great in his role as the childlike Ray, and Brendan Gleeson was equally as good as his sour faced, life beaten partner. (If you don't know who Gleeson is, you would recognize him if you saw him: He played Hamish in Braveheart, and Professor "Mad-Eye" Moody in the Harry Potter series) The dialouge is as good and quick-witted as anything you'd get from Tarantino or Guy Ritchie. My opinion: See it. It may not be your favorite movie of all time, but you'll probably like it and it won't be a wasted NetFlix selection.

A few random things that have pissed me off

1) 60 year old lady going 40 on the interstate. Happens everyday right? No big deal. But, this particular old lady was driving a Porsche 911. I don't give a damn about whatever 3/4 life crisis you are going through, get the hell out of my way or buy a car that suits you better. You want to go 40 in a 70, do it, I don't care, but don't have the gall to do in a car that pegs out at 200. Do it in a Grand Marquis or something.

2) People buying lottery tickets and scratching them at the counter. I just want a red bull so I don't fall asleep driving to work. Yet you feel it's necessary to keep me waiting while you first decide which scratch-offs you want to buy, and then scratch them while the rest of us are standing in line. A-hole. On second thought, take your time. If you're trying to "hit it big" buying 10 different $1 scratch-offs at 7am on a Wednesday you've obviously got bigger problems than me.

3) Lawyer jokes. No, I'm not overly sensitive to them because I'm in law school. They don't offend me or make me mad, they just aren't funny. Add this to the fact that I've heard them all 20 times a piece and that's a recipe for comedy disaster. There is a guy that works with me that thinks it is just the funniest thing to tell me lawyer jokes. Haha, we get it, lawyers suck. Now leave me the hell alone and go back to listening to your Enya CD you tool.

Monday, June 9, 2008

No Nicotine: Day 4

I think, I'm over the hump. I went to Walmart and got some gum and it helps some. I still want a cigarette, but I don't NEED one. The real problem is going to be getting off the gum I'm afraid. I got all my grades in and I did really well this semester (these were grades that were good for me, probably average for other people).

Friday, June 6, 2008

No Nicotine: Day 1

I feel like crap. I'm tired, irritable, depressed, and just generally pissed off at everyone and everything. It's one of the universe's cruelest tricks to make coffee and beer taste so good with cigarettes. I'm trying this cold turkey. Think I might have to trek to Walmart and get the gum or patch. May not be able to do this on my own. My brain is playing tricks on me. Even now, as I finish a sentence I think to myself, "Man it's been a while since I've had a cigarette, I should go have one." Then I think, "Oh yeah, I quit." I have to keep reminding myself that I quit smoking. The last time I tried this, I literally found myself at a gas station counter buying a pack without thinking about it. This is the kind of hold this drug has on my brain. The receptors in my brain made me forget that I quit so they could get their fix. Damn receptors. Damn brain. Damn cigarettes. I'm gonna try real hard to fill my time with Playstation and empty calories so I won't be tempted to smoke. We'll see how that works out.

Monday, June 2, 2008

I've been in Texas far too long

Last night I went out on my patio to smoke a cigarette (I'll talk more about this in the next few days). I got a beer out of the fridge, put it in a huggie and stepped through the sliding glass door. I sat down and opened the beer, lit my cigarette and did a quick survey of the situation. I was smoking a camel light, drinking a Shiner Bock from my "99.5 The Wolf - Texas Country" huggie that I got for free at Willie Nelson's 4th of July Picnic. I shook my head in abject shame. "I'm so Texas it hurts," I thought to myself. Somehow, I never thought this would happen. I thought I could stave off the inundation of this Texican culture longer than this. It's a slippery slope from the innocent dabbling I've been doing to speaking unintelligibly and screaming out, "REMEMBER THE ALAMO!" at every opportunity, whether appropriate or not. I need some magnolias, too many mesquite trees around here. I need a November Saturday in the Grove drinking bourbon like they quit making it and yelling obscenities at coonasses. I need some Mississippi. And so, I'm a Texassippian. A Mississippi ex-pat in a land of barbarians, and, God help me, I'm starting to speak the language.