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July 2001 July 24, 2001 I think they should really cut to the case and say a patient has been upgraded from "certain to die to surely will die." July 23, 2001 "I found your wallet" "We charged it to your VISA" "$first_name, YOU'RE A WINNER!" I'm sure it's just a matter of time before I receive: "We're holding your Mom hostage" July 19, 2001 We feed them kibble. They plot our destruction. July 18, 2001 An obviously enthusiastic wrastlin fan wearing a t-shirt emblazoned, "The Cock." Apparently, a clever allusion to mega-popular, professional wrastler, "The Rock." With his lady-friend in tow, he would yell to his buddy at intervals, "IT'S ON!!!" as loudly (I'm guessing) as he could. To which his buddy would reply, "IT'S ON!!!" at roughly the same volume. A young son telling his father, "My stomach hurts wicked bad." To which his father replied, "Again?" The son looked like a miniature version of his father - both were obese, and wearing similar shirt and shorts combinations. They reminded me of those Russian wooden dolls - the kind where there's always a smaller doll within a doll. Well, almost always. Lastly, I overheard what appeared to be a 17 or 18 year old boy talking about "getting high," "fucking," and raising his "daughter" in about the same breath. Following the entertainment, I had a thought. A couple, actually:
July 16, 2001 Last night, there was a triple feature of 'caught on tape' shows that would have been right at home with a FOX-mandated 'World's Most Dangerous' prefix. One of said programs, 'Air Disasters,' featured gratuitous slo-mo replays of particularly horrible airplane collisions. (I taped it. Let me know if you need a copy.) July 13, 2001 I've been thinking alot lately about how Die Hard was one of the greatest cinematic achievements of the 80's. I was going to espouse my views here, but after something akin to more thought, I decided this may take some serious space. And, as such, may be a better fit for my currently-rice-paper-thin Writing section. Along the theme of smelling something burning, I've been meaning to touch up the screenplay I wrote awhile back, now that I have ample free time to do so. I think I'll put up a PDF when I'm finished for those who are interested to grab. It would be neat to get feedback from my 6-and-counting unique visitors. July 12, 2001 I watched a lot of Starsky and Hutch as a kid. I'm surprised that I can't find reruns at a better time and/or on a better station than 1 am on TNN. TNN being The, um, Nashville Network. I believe they recently rebranded themselves The National Network, but don't be fooled. Judging by the amount of NASCAR programming on the station, it has some serious Southern roots. I'm equally surprised I turned out straight, given the intensely homoerotic nature of Starsky and Hutch's opening credits. For the uninitiated and those too young to remember, most 70's shows featured a montage of clips intercut with the title of the show and actors' names and such as the opening credits. The opening credits of Starsky and Hutch feature the following scenes:
Starsky and Hutch rocks. You never see the homophobes on NYPD Blue in a tender embrace. July 10, 2001 |
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