Stewing, Viewing and Spewing

Food shopping was done for the first time in my house since perhaps July? I can't recall. I just know it's been a long time. It was nice to cook a meal last night instead of patiently waiting for it to be delivered. I even shared it with people! You throw one hissy fit about someone eating your leftovers and now everyone feels as though they have to ask me to eat some food that I made for everyone. Go figure.

Apparently on the heels of the food incident of last week, our cable bill has a porno rental on it that no one is claiming. The roommate hijinx continues. Everyone is looking at everyone else as a culprit and someone is hiding behind it all like a pussy. Oh well. Before long, this little community will come to an end and all the shit talking and distrust will end. And then maybe these guys will be friends again. I can honestly say that ordering a porno and eating someone's stromboli are not imprisionable offenses, so I fail to see why anyone would deny doing them.

Moving on, last night I watched Bill Maher's show (good), Lost (continues to work for me) and Wife Swap (like a car accident, can't look away) on television and about an hour of Iron Monkey on DVD. Remember what I was saying about Asian cinema and how it is like the best of the foriegn genre these days? Scratch that. Iron Monkey sucked a monkey's dong. The action was neat but not interesting neat, just plain old neat. Story line was corny. Oh well....I have a couple more foriegn titles coming this week to cleanse the palatte.

This coming Sunday and Monday I am off and the Eagles are on their BYE, so that means I can actually do something with my life. Oh yeah, I have no money...FUCK. That's the beauty of my job. They pay you so little that it keeps you right where they want you. You work only to survive, not to enjoy life. Fuckers.

However, Beaties Boys concert on Monday night. That's right, I'm going to see the Beasties. I haven't seen them since Lollapalooza had them on the bill about 10 years ago. I'm not the biggest fan of their work post Ill Communication, but I'm looking forward to it all the same. It's a bonding experience with my cousins Todd and Sam and my baby bro Dan. Maybe we will make it through the night without breaking each other's balls.