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with my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied...

Aug. 25, 2007 - Saturday

--- Jerk ---

Sometimes it's just funny cause it's funny...

Aug. 23, 2007 - Thursday

--- Bourne-again Assassin ---

I remember seeing the first Bourne movie on a bad quality, handy-cam downloaded movie file off of my old Pentium II with a crappy 14 inch fish bowl monitor. This didn't bother me cause I didn't want to pay full price to see Matt-fucking Damon try and be an action star. I was pleasantly surprised cause I really liked the first one, but then forgot about it. A few years later, the second one came out and I pretty much ignored it. But the third one is being advertised so heavily in London, that I just felt like watching the whole series. I must've seen 8000 double decker buses today with Jason Bourne's face on it.

So I downloaded all three movies of the Bourne trilogy and decided to watch them. 3 nights in a row, 3 different Bourne movies.

and wow. really. wow.

I have to lay to rest my doubts about Matt Damon as a credible action star. I loved all three of the films. Some of the plot is pretty shaky, but I forgave it. Not all the acting is great, but I forgave it. Of course the overall story is going to be predictable, but I forgave it. It was Matt-fucking Damon, but I forgave him. Something about the series is just so awesome. I dunno what it is. What I do know is this:

Fuck 24. Fuck Jack Bauer. Fuck James Bond. Fuck Jack Ryan. Double fuck Mission Impossible, Mr and Mrs Smith, Austin Powers, Agent Cody Banks and the fawking SpyKids.

Oh, and fuck Moby... ... But that Bourne ending music song is in-grained in my head right now, and it's not so bad... It makes me feel like a spy.

Aug. 20, 2007 - Monday

--- Russian sex, London underground ---

Look look! Russian sex day!

And in other news, I often hate the London Underground subway system. But not as much as these guys hate it:

Aug. 18, 2007 - Saturday

--- wit or laziness? ---

A man walks to a street corner. On this corner sits 12 beggars asking for spare change from by passers. The man addresses the 12 beggars: "I will give 100 dollars to the laziest person here". Eleven of the beggars immediately jump up to proclaim that they are the laziest. The man promptly walks to the twelfth beggar and gives him the money.

This story, mine though it may not be, gives me great hope. I am not lazy... ... I'm just... idle, contemplative, expectantly waiting. And although my end goal isn't money, I hope I'm that twelfth beggar and that something will come to me while I sit, think, read, talk, write, drink and do all things opposite the ones that are "supposed" to lead me on a productive course in life...

Tonight I will start with drinking: it's Saturday.