Monday, December 14, 2009

You and your ****ing rope.

Why is it that scary movies are considered great 'date material'? Okay, so the girl gets scared and so she's forced to hold on close to her manly hunk of a man... but what is she thinking? The moment anything actually goes down... what's that guy going to do? Say Jason Voorhees pops out of the screen and starts going on a rampage, or hell itself opens up and tears a new one throughout the theater... that guy ain't doing shit. He's getting sliced up like the rest of them.

Sorry ladies, but your man ain't going to protect you from anything. Unless its a zombie invasion. And then I'll save you. I. Will. Save. You.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

For England, James?

- I brought my first and only (due to being proper fucked this month, financially speaking) Christmas present for this year. It was for mah kitty. I heart mah kitty.

- Why is it that tips are deducted from your paycheck? Are tips not rewards for good service? Whats the point if they're taken away later? Fuck good service. Fuck taxes. And fuck collection agencies.

- Dear Sam Raimi... quit raping Spider-Man, and remake The Shadow. And Evil Dead 4/Army of Darkness 2.

- I should be sleeping.

Izzard

Monday, December 7, 2009

We can dance if we want to.

I think the majority of my personality disorders can be attributed to all the cheesy hair metal I listened to as a small child.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Hail to the King

This last weekend, I went looking through an old online blog I used to keep... (yeah, I was that bored/sick/crazy), and saw that someone had told me that they wished they could be in a movie directed by me.

I do believe that might just be the greatest compliment that anyone has ever given me.

I wonder if they'd feel the same if I directed porn?

Alright. You should hit me for that one. That was too easy, even by my standards.