Thursday, January 31, 2008

William McStefphofferson


We are officially done stupid moving. I have come to the realization that I do not handle change well. Perhaps I do better when the change is not where I live, but every time I have to move everything in my being struggles to adapt. This is pretty interesting compared to the fact that I lived a rather nomadic life out of my New Yorker throughout college. Mmm New Yorker. . .
I rarely stayed in one spot more than 6 months. But now, I get into a new place and have trouble sleeping, get stressed out, and have an overall feeling of not well.
Nevertheless, we have finished taking stuff to the new house, (Special thanks to Babs for 6 hours of driving a bulky truck and help in the heavy lifting) hooray.

blog title
The title on this blog is for no real reason except that it is an awesome name that makes me laugh. If I ever had to go under cover for any reason, this would be the name which I would choose . . . or not use. . .since I'm under cover. I may have to use it to name my next pet.

Rambo 4
So I elected to see Rambo 4 as my first movie in the theatre like 3 months. Anyone who knows me, knows I love to go see movies by myself at the theatre. I sit real close and as close to the middle as possible and it is a good time. I used to go way more often, but it has lessoned as of late. Because of this, I have been a lot more picky about what I go see. Rambo 4 fit the bill. After seeing though, I do not know if I used it wisely. It was definitely a good return to First Blood, but hopped up on serious blood and guts steroids. It was really, really violent. It wasn't good old fashioned stylized violence with Rambo firing off 1,000 rounds and a whole bunch of guys obviously jumping and flipping backwards with every 'bullet impact'. It was rather very realistic exploding people, lost limbs, intestines spilling, etc. I began to wonder if I didn't like the goofy violence of old more. It left more to the imagination. I could just be me turning into an old dude who doesn't like cool blood and guts anymore.

no looky typers
Does anyone else not care if a person doesn't have to look at the keys when they type?
Being at school I get to see way more of the people who took a typing class in high school, who always make it a point to be really obvious about the fact that they are not looking at the keys while they type. For example, this one dude I was forced to interact with made it a point to 'talk with me' while typing something on his computer. Of course, watching me and like, making stupid faces of feigned interest, the whole time. He's that guy ( the face). I may just be jealous that my hands are too big to type with more than three fingers.

nothing too important in this one. . .

2 comments:

Adam T. Babcock said...

I'm a fan of Don Johnson...
Longshanks is also kinda funny or
Mike Ruffone

It brings me back to the days of the A-Team, no one dies, gernade explosions, many a bullet fired. It's all a happy ending

Rachel Elek said...

My parents owned a New Yorker and I wrecked it big time! When it was dying the voice that talked in the New Yorker died a slow death. The car was totaled. The End.