Today I dragged my own ass out the house to watch a couple of movies and to drive a little. It was raining cats and dogs, and it was a welcome to change to the one dimensional pale blue/gray sky we've been having. I hate the sky out here with burning passion. It's as featureless as it is depressing. In a nut shell:
XXX: State of the Union, sucked ass. It's not even a matinee. It's more like one of those last minute choices NetFlix might give you. Truly hard to believe that Samuel L. Jackson and Willem Dafoe allowed their names to be attached to such a piss poor waste of celluloid.
Sahara, was suprisingly good. It wasn't too predictable or too cliche. Nonwithstanding that I had to sit in the front row, and stare up Penelope Cruz's nostrils.
Came home tonight and watched some television. Some of the programming included a very interesting show on HBO called Taxi Cab Confessions. No doubt most of adult America with cable is familiar with the show, but this was my first foray into the sordid details of the 'cab ride'. All I want to know is: do these people know they're being taped? And if they do, what are you thinking!?! Keep that shit to yourself! Unless of course you don't care, and then by all means spill! No pun intended with regard to the red head who went on about her 3 different kinds of orgasms, and her "gushing". Or the 2 female friends who apperantly really do have a 'ya ya sisterhood' when they organize their girl-on-girl sessions with 6 of their mutual friends. Allegedly they've known each other since way back, so that makes the difference.
Last but not least is the last couple, of whom the guy fesses up to cheating on his girlfriend at least 3 times. And then proceeds to utter this inspired piece of relationship advice:
"There's a difference between 'cheating' and 'having an affair'."
Let's contemplate that for a moment shall we? It begs the question, does infidelity have degrees? Cheating in the colloquial sense perhaps can be boiled down to a one time act. Whereas having an affair may presuppose a more sunstained and deliberate clandestine relationship. Therein lies the problem: act versus thought. If you're Catholic you're fucked, as act and thought are supposed to be one right? I'll be damned if no one breathing and with a healthy libido, even if married, involved, engaged or otherwise attached doesn't have errant thoughts of someone other than their betroved.
However in the case of the fucktard that uttered the statement, "There's a difference between 'cheating' and 'having an affair'.", that summabitch was a habitual cheater. He admitted to cheating on his 'fiancee' at least 3 times while in the cab. Not only that the little shit tried to excuse his actions. Any response so practiced, needs a 2nd and 3rd thought. But his girlfriend has been with him for 4 1/2 years. Sigh. So so sad.
Yes of course I leave myself open to the possibility of a person having 'mental affairs' all in their heads. How many hail marys are needed then?
Learned something interesting today. It may be possible that the Wachowski Brothers didn't just pull the storyline for The Matrix trilogy out of their collective asses. Allegedly, an African-American writer by the name of Sofia Stewart in the early 80s submitted an essary as part of some call of science fiction works, and from her essays and character development the core story lines of the The Matrix Trilogy and Terminator Trilogy were based upon.
Doing some sluething on my own on web, I couldn't find a whole lot of information about this case. Ms. Stewart filed a copyright infringement and raqueteering lawsuit, and the case is now finally going to trial. The legal information available is sparse at best. Which is odd, because if indeed this case was a hoax, there would be some sort of countersuit or press release by the movie studios denouncing the charge. Conversely, if it was legit the web would be inundated with charges from the following of both movies - not to mention the legal entities of the movie studios. What is one left to believe? I don't know. Allegedly this case will come to trial this summer, and I will for sure be keeping my eyes and ears open.
The possibility of the Wachowski brothers borrowing from someone else's work, does however put somethings into perspective. First, it may explain the departure the series took from after the first episode. The first episode concerned itself mainly with finding the messiah-like Neo embodied, a very judeo-christian savior type symbol. Versus the very Eastern Hindi embodied notion of reincarnation surrounding the quest to 'return to the source'.
I am a huge fan of the Matrix and Terminator trilogy franchises. The former reminded me more of one of Descartes' Meditations. The notion being posited that what if we were some how being deceived by some "evil genius", and this same genius was implanting false messages into our brains. Descartes resolved this problem by saying he couldn't believe that his God good, a good God, would allow him to be decieved. For nothing else one has to admit, the 2 subsequent Matrix films were a HUGE departure from the first film.
Collective background on Sofia Stewart's/Matrix case
So what gives? Together both trilogies brought in almost $3 billion dollars. If this case goes to trial and Sofia Stewart is entitled to even a small cut of of that, it would be a considerable settlement.
Tonight I just found out that I was used by my good friend Tasha. You wretch!!
She tells me this story about how when we were out once, and these 2 girls were pointing at me and asking, "is that him?" Tasha apperantly goes on to say, "so I looked around and sort of lifted my eyebrows and nodded like "yeah it's him"."
The 2 girls thought I was Hootie.
Sigh.
YES, waaaaay back in the day when Hootie and The Blowfish blew up, there as a SLIGHT resemblence between myself and Darius Rucker. Now he's lost a ton of weight, shaved his head and we look nothing alike. But now I get, "anyone ever told you, that you look a lot like Donovan MacNabb?" Sigh.
Ok, the Hootie story was really funny...haha! I wanna be with you...!!
You go to a gym long enough and you find your regulars. There are your cardio queens, who will work the hell out of a stair master or elliptical machines. Gazelles a.k.a track stars, who will push the limits of a treadmill. There's me working, sometimes less successfully than others, to reduce this tire around my waist. Then there are the meatheads. Dammit, I'm trying to remember the name of that 80s Summer camp comedy, where the alien family drops off their son at an earth kid summer camp. The kids end up naming the alien "meathead", even though pretty sure he was trying to say, "me Ted"...haha!
Anyway these 2 guys whom I've come to call tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb. One guys is buffed out to nobody's busiess, but insists on wearing this gay (Suz, damn you for giving me that word!!) looking baggy tank top that doesn't cover his chest at all. And his cohort, that's probably half his friend's weight, and follows him around the gym. Why do these 2 irk me? As DMX put it, let's add up all the factors:
1. Whenever, whereever they work out, they will pile on 45 lbs. plates like there is no tomorrow. Meaning if you're in their vicinity and need such plates, you are SOL.
2. They sometimes don't REPLACE those plates leaving that laborious task to the next schmo who comes along. Or worse yet, the 105 lbs. girl who works there. People all over the gym do this, and it's annoying to no end. One night I saw, one of those 105 lbs. chicks who worked there trying to replace a 80 lb. dumb bells, and I couldn't sit and watch. I offered her a hand because the damned thing weighed almost as much as she does!! But I digress...
3. Lastly, the meathead needs to put some clothes on! We get that you're chest is as wide as a VW, but for christ's sake, cover up! I don't care if it's a man or a woman...if you have stuff hanging out or over anything, you shouldn't be wearing that stuff at the gym.
And is it becoming en vogue again for women to wear their thong spandex whatevers over their biker shorts?? Saw this woman there, who really didn't have the body to pull off such a feat, rocking that at the gym. WTF? Although the little short shorts are hotness, just not when the ass is about to fallout and/or you can tell what kind of underwear she's wearing - if any.
I'm in the grocery store today and this guy walks up to me and goes, "hi, you look like a smart person, can I talk to you for a minute?" So smart people wear pull-overs, Reebok running pants, and Saucony running shoes? Smart people have locks? What's the deal. And then he starts in on this speel about how helps people "like me" make money. He's self employed and blah blah...wtf?! I told him I'm straight, and walk away. Then a couple of aisles over I see him talking to this OTHER guy. Ok, so smart people don't include women? WTF.
Something came to mind today as I was putting away my groceries. Specfically it was the coffee that Suz made while she was here. Good lord. The first morning I made the coffee because I was up first, while she was snoring away in the other bedroom. Ok, ok, I can't prove that she snores, but her sleeping was definitely audible...haha! Then one morning Suz made the coffee, and it made my coffee taste like weak ass shit! I look in the filter and it's HALF FULL of coffee! So I ask her wtf? And she goes, well I just poured and whatever looked like enough I did that. Then she asked ME why I used the tablespoon, and I said because I was following the instructions. She just shook her head and laughed. Man, I was BUZZED that morning. Gooooood grief, I've never had coffee that strong - ever! Honestly though Suz's coffee had the desired effect of waking my ass up quick!
They say muscles grow in times of rest, not when they're being exerted. So you get stronger, recover and what not during those times when you're not at the gym. Which is why we're supposed to sleep as much as possible when working out. I think that's why kids are supposed to sleep, so they're bodies can grow or something. Whatever. Today I went to the gym to do lower body. This after I haven't been to the gym in sometime. March really was the month of drama! Now during leg presses I'm doing 350lbs. versus the 270 I was doing before I got sick and stuff in march.
Today was another happy hour and with a couple of folks leaving, myself included, it was promising to be a well attended happy hour. Some of us were there from 4:30. I didn't leave till around midnight. And then I turned around and realized that I was the only one left! I found myself talking to these 2 women, completely randomly on my way to get some water. Next thing I know, poof, I'm the last one there. There are 2 things to note about bars that I'm going to have to get used to. First, the bar banter. I will be the first to admit that I am not good at small talk. You know that frivolous activity where people pose like their deep meaningful conversation? I've never been good at it, but at times I can fake it pretty good.
The other phenomena is the types of drunks that come out of people when they've had too much alcohol. In my time in the wild observing these creatures, myself included, I've come to classify a number of drunks:
a) Horny drunks
These guys just get more horny as more alcohol gets into them. Get all touchy feely and shit.
b) Mad drunks
These guys get angry and belligerent at the world and sometimes start shit
c) Sad drunks
These guys off and mope, sometimes cry and get depressed
d) Philosophical drunks
These guys sometimes will sit with people and wax eloquent about philosophy, psychology, pop culture, relationships, or whatever else that pops into their heads
e) Amplified drunks or sloppy drunks as friend of mine calls them
These folks' personalities just multiply and they just get more WHATEVER. If they are normally loud, they get louder, and so forth
f) Excuse drunks
these folks habitually use getting drunk as an excuse to do stuff they wouldn't ordinarily do sober.
I think that I hit all of the categories especially a,d, and e. Hmm, I don't think that experience C before. One thing that seems to be consistent though, if people enter a bar in a certain mood, be it a good or bad one, drinking just makes that mood more pronounced.