So, last night I went to see "The Aviator" with my friend, Jon. My first comment after the movie? "Wow, that Kate Beckinsdale sure makes me want to fornicate!" Okay, actually, Jon, bless his heart, is doing reviews for LSU's campus TV station, and I didn't want to say anything about the movie to subject his opinion, so that was the only thing I could say (run on boy, duckin and dodgin, let me tell ya God Almighty gonna cutcha down). I was kidding anyway. I mean, she's married. Also, I don't have a snowball's chance in hell. Oh yeah, and she smokes. Yucky!
Anyway, good movie, I won't do a review, because I lazy (that intentional), but, since I like all incorporating things where I can just write short paragraphs, I am going to attempt to see every Oscar nominee in the best picture category and write a blurb about what I think is best. That's because my opinion matters...(snicker...slight nostril twitch...insane laughter). I think the Aviator will probably be nominated. It was preety good (all my mistakes are intentional, I'm just saying that now so you won't question me later).
I am in a state of blah, with a bit a bleh.
Also, history is made today. The Reagan 80's. The Clinton 90's. The W. 00's. No comment. The numbers don't lie. Since I came of age in the 90's (8-18), they are my favorite. To be honest, though, does anyone ever really come of age? I have had someone tell me "You are finally a man!" like 10,000 times. Yet, my mom still calls me "boy." Aww...
In my opinion, I'm just an anomoly with male reproductive organs, and a sex drive that favors women. Hooray! Perhaps, someday, I'll make some film that asks the question, "What makes a man, a man?" because, I'm pretty sure a base instinctual desire to nail Kate Beckinsdale does not make me a man.
I'm going to go eat some cake, now.
Sweet dreams, Sad Machines.