terminal impact pavilion

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Loooof.

The worst part about not being young anymore is that you can’t miss sleep like you used to. I missed a lot of sleep the other day to drop off/pick up Godzilla from the vet, and then again because i had to go see The Dark Knight Rises on opening day… and now i feel weird. Like i have a dustbrain full of headcrap and my right eyehole is watering up with fuckjuice… or something.

Sleeeeeeepy.

It was worth it, though. That there new Bat movie is pretty good. Probably not as amazing as the last one, but it was… freaking different. There’s very little of the usual Batman fighting criminals in the shadows, it’s more of an all-out war movie that takes place in broad daylight. The best part of the movie is Bane’s syrupy, croaking voice. The worst part is that Catwoman has stiletto heels and a cinched corset-waist on her superhero getup. That just silly.

Honestly, i think i was even more impressed by Apt Pupil, a movie that i’ve been meaning to see for about fourteen years. Remember, the one about the boy and the old retired Nazi? Ian McKellan and Brad Renfro? Based on a Stephen King story? This movie got mixed reviews and was a commercial flop, but i fucking loved every second of it. Especially the end, with… David Schwimmer. That shit was beautiful. And it was much better than the King story, which has too many random hobo slayings and ends with a killing spree. They changed the ending for the movie, and instead of a killing spree they have… David Schwimmer. And it’s worlds better.

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[ Errr, here’s where i worked for four more days. How do weeks go by so fast? ]

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Damn.

Even though we’re still trudging through the sweaty armpit of a wretched summer… the end is in sight. The planet has reversed its tilt and we’re at the top of the downhill slide. One more week of July, then August, which is almost as bad. But these weeks are going to fly by, oh yes. And then it will be September. In September, it will still be very warm during the day, but it will start to get cool at night…

…and then it will be October. And i will rejoice. The good half of the year will have begun.

Even better, the same weather geeks who predicted that last winter would be weak have started predicting that this winter might be epic. Oh, i only hope.

Now i just have to hold on to my job. The latest rumors seem to indicate that my company is going to lose the contract, so i’ll either be laid off or working for some new company. When i think ahead to the holidays, i hope i’m still chilling there with Dahir and Muna and R. Kelly and watching movies on Christmas and continuing to not give a shit.

Oh, yeah, that new girl, the hot one? Her name is Ehelsan but “Muna” is her nickname so i guess i’ll call her that. Muna’s already experiencing the unfortunate side effects of being really cute in a blue-collar working environment in a red state. Such as having random Metro workers stop by and say things like “heeeeey, sugar, i’m gonna come back and get you alone! Just you wait!”

Come on, you fucks. Leave her alone. This girl isn’t old enough to drink legally and you sad bastards are in your forties or fifties and probably married. There are only two outcomes here — either she’s going to ignore you, or she’s going to report you for sexual harassment and you’ll lose your well-paying job that you’ve had for 15 years and your wife will screech and chase you out into the lawn while menacing you with a cast-iron frying pan or a rolling pin in a stereotypical redneck manner, i think?

Blaaargh.

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Ugh… speaking of bad relationships, my brother finally told Mary that he’s “having doubts” about the viability of their long-term commitment. Yeah, she’s been hanging out here all this time, i just don’t write about it because it’s shameful and depressing…

…this woman is kind of nuts. I know she’s on tons of pills and painkillers, but still, she’s never happy. She just remains in a sullen, self-pitying mood most of the time. If my brother doesn’t want to do what she wants all the time, she seethes with impotent rage for three days straight. And when my brother does try to be considerate, all she does in snipe in passive-aggressive manner. She’s… uptight.

And i know she doesn’t like me.

And now my brother’s in a bind, because he knows he doesn’t want to stay with this woman forever, but if he breaks up with her, she might attempt suicide again. Oh, this modern dating, right? I get it, though. I mean, let’s look at the arc of Mary’s life. She gets together with my brother a decade ago, and after two years she decides that he’s a boring stoner with no ambition who plays too many videogames, so she cheats on him with some “dangerous” guy who is more interesting…

…they get married, and the guy turns out to be a monstrous loon who tortures her beloved dog into psychosis. And they break up, and she loses her job, and her car, and she can’t pay her bills, and she has to have several foot surgeries, and she loses her home, and everything turns to shit…

…then my brother shows up with the paperwork on that stupid mobile home, and they date again because neither has anything else going on. So now she’s back with the guy she got bored with ages ago, but hey, at least he’s stable. He’s still a videogame stoner, but now he has a good job making $22/hour and a new car and money in the bank and a steady life. So she settles for that, because she has no money and no place to live and no job…

…but even that isn’t going to work out, purely because of her repellent personality. Come on, if you’re poor and unattractive, the one thing you can do is try to be cool and fun to be around. If you can’t do that, then what the hell good are you?

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Urrgh.

Needful Things is a really silly book. It’s nothing but ham and cheese. Good lord, i swear i’m done with Stephen King for a long time… well, after i finish the rest of the books i already bought — The Green Mile, From a Buick 8, and Under the Dome. After those, i’m done! (At least until The Wind in the Keyhole comes out in paperback.)

I should read some more Vonnegut or Robert Heinlein. Maybe the Illuminatus Trilogy or Infinite Jest. Or L’Engel’s Austin Family Chronicles.

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I was thinking of posting a video here, but the only new one i can think of is that Michelle Jenneke hurdles video… but i don’t want to come off as that horny and sad. I mean, you’ve seen it. You don’t need me to point it out.

Wait!

How about this one instead? I just found it, and it’s a gem.

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