August 11th, 2008

The Mystery Men

There are two dudes who seem to spend almost all of their time on the balcony across from ours.

Rome Girl likes it because they are young and nearly always shirtless.

I'm just mystified. They don't seem to work or go to school and they never seem to sleep. When I'm working during the day they are out there. When I wake up in the middle of the night to take my "not go crazy" pill they are out there.

As far as I can tell they don't actually do anything expect play rap music, lift weights and order pizza.

Part of me hopes they are some weird couple of gay vampires in hiding after stealing money from the mob, because that would make an awesome short story.

Snap! Crackle! Pop!

Every couple of days I make a big pot of popcorn on my stove. It's easy. I grab the big kettle, put oil and popcorn in the bottom, turn on the heat, shake it every so often and in a few minutes I have popcorn.

It's really, really easy.

Which makes me wonder. How exactly did Madison Avenue convince people they needed to buy popcorn poppers? Like, it takes no effort at all to make popcorn on the stove without one, so why would anyone ever need a specific appliance to make popcorn?

It boggles the mind.

Bush And Ass

War in Georgia.

Toronto Burning.

Two failing wars.

Murdered American tourist.

The ladies beach volleyball team.

To be fair, lots of people start goofing off at work in the last few months of an eight year contract. He could be playing minesweeper and surfing


New Metallica Song

Played at Ozzfest.

It's got some interesting bass stuff in it and thank god, they let Kirk do some guitar solos.

It does sound a bit like "Enter Sandman" mixed with something (I can't say what exactly) from the ...And Justice For All recordings.

"It sounds like all their songs," was Rome Girl's comment.