INKSTAND

This is a cheap horror movie that I got on a DVD that had three cheap horror movies on it. Track of the Moonbeast is, so far, the only one I have been able to watch, and I’ve had the thing for over two years now. It’s the story of an archeologist who gets smacked in the head with a meteorite and becomes this reptilian monster. Sounds cool, doesn’t it? It’s not.
He has this relationship with a blonde bombshell reporter who’s doing a piece on Navajo Indians. Naturally the acting is bad, but this woman is actually good in her horriblness. When she notices that her boyfriend’s gila monster is missing she gives a start like I’ve never seen.
I want to say that the reptilian monster looks really cool, but you never really see it very well.I was also going to say that this movie is totally Mystery Science Theater 3000 fodder, and as you can see by the image that I found, I was right

It’s a lot cheaper than Bombay, and it got me drunk. But not real drunk

Dude, this movie was dumb. It was the usual formula of technology gone awry and in its day it may have been a little more fantastic. Now, however, technology in everyday life has progressed beyond an idealistic, and therefore impossible, view of virtual reality, and it all seems really stupid. I mean, if virtual reality is in actuality a new dimension, who’s programming it? Perhaps it’s a dimension composed of binary code the way ours is composed of protons and electrons…But who conceived the binary code? Argh!
Plus Jeff Fahey just creeps me out with those big eyes…yikes. Also, I remembered that the kid from My Girl 2 was in the sequel from when the commercials were on TV, but I didn’t realize he was in this one, too. Not relevant at all. oh, and I hate Peirce Brosnan.

I decided to make meatballs last night, but the last time I made them I was at home with the Joy of Cooking at hand. This time, however, I was at work and had to kind of guess at what I needed. Some things I forgot went into them were eggs and bread, so thank God I still had these things from when I had planned to make egg salad earlier in the day.
I mixed the bread, egg, ground beef and some Worcestershire sauce in a bowl then formed the balls. They seemed more…wet than when I had made them before. I remained undaunted. I boiled them in plain old water. I should’ve used broth or vegetable stock. I’ve used instant onion soup before and that turned out okay. I actually threw some Wyler’s bouillon crystals in this time, but it made no difference.
All in all they came out okay. I cooked them longer than the book said in addition to throwing out most of the recipe and doing it by ear. They were kind of bland, but I threw them into some roasted pepper and tomato soup. It was pretty good, but I felt sick while eating them. Probably because I was watching Lawnmower Man.

For some insane reason I feel the need to try every new energy drink that comes out at least once. So when they started making them alchoholic, well, woo-hoo! I saw a new one today and went for it. I was gearing up to play music in front of a bunch of hipsters at my friend Garret’s house. He and his housmates always put on shows and we (me, Garrett, Jake and whoever else wants to) usually end up piggy-backing the bill and going on last to clear the place out. I was also recovering from an entire day of drinking that I got under my belt yesterday, so I needed a little pick-me-up.
Well, first of all it was gross. I know that might be a bit redundant considering I’m talking about energy drinks, but I digress…I also felt no charge, liquid or otherwise. In fact I think it made me more tired. So I had about five PAcificos and, after declining the first round, had some hits of pot. This didn’t perk me up or anything, but it did get me more in the mood to play music. We were awful. It was a night of noise bands, so we did what we do best…made noise.
Next time I think I’ll stick with old reliable…Sparx 7.0%.

MY roomie Stephanie saw this movie. I haven’t and I also haven’t read the book. But she said:
“It was cool whan Magneto and Amalie were solving stuff, but then Forrest Gump came along and ruined it. He’s like a black hole of acting.”
Again, this is paraphrased, but I thought it was poetic and brilliant.

Again, I didn’t like what I wrote here before, so I made it dissapear. I like having god-like options.
6-16-06

la de da de da de da….Im almost done with the bottle….both bottles…i like the earth.

Note: If you thought there was a review of pot here before, you were probably high.

I find serial killers interesting. Perhaps it’s because they are a factor that is just randomly floating about the world. Odds are, you and I WON’T be killed by a serial killer, but the fact that it is a real possibility, just like getting in a car crash, is intriguing. So I watched this History Channel show I got from the library about Vincent Bugliosi, the prosecutor in the Charles Manson case and author of Helter Skelter, the true crime book about the murders.
The show was only an hour long so I didn’t expect it to get too in-depth which it didn’t, but it touched on all the important aspects and interested me enough to see the movie Helter Skelter. If I wasn’t so lazy I’d say I’d read the book, but…
There were some real photos of the crimes which I think were made a bit fuzzy to hide the gore, and some re-enacted photos that were seemingly historically accurate. The actors in some dramatic re-enactments were funny, especially Charlie on acid.
If I had cable I would probably watch this show, which showcases different true crime writers, if nothing else was on.