Cabrons, Cholos, y Mijos
MUSIC: Beastie Boys – Mark on the Bus
Working on the weekend is not cool. Man wasn't made to rise early on Saturday...nor to go in to work for a mere 2 hours, be forced to leave, and then return on Sunday for more.
I saw Howl’s Moving Castle today. Not as good as Myazaki’s last two, but still better than most anything else out there. Billy Crystal is the best flaming Jew since Harvey Firestein. . . I’ll take a window seat on my ride to hell, please.
At the Kodak theatre tourist trap complex down in Hollywood today, I passed by an oxygen bar. If you walk by an oxygen bar and think to yourself “Ooh, air! I gotta get me some of that!”, then by all means…you obviously aren’t getting enough to the brain or you wouldn’t be thinking that in the first place...either that, or you live near planet Spaceball.
All congratulations this week go to Mr. Robert Haynes (him who cannot face the spiced Italian meats). Homeboy is TAKEN ladies, so step the fuck off, ya hear? Seriously, I’m nothing but happy for him and um…dammit, tell me her name ONE more time…I promise I won’t forget again. If not, I’ll have to start calling her "Mrs. Bob" or "not Amy" or “the Canadjian girl that doesn’t even say aboot”. Nothing personal, Mrs. Bob, I am just really bad with names.
Til next time,
If the kid calls her gramma “mommy” and her momma “Heather”, she goin' to jail.
