1. live performances by muse and franz ferdinand helped make 2004 the best year ever. i'm not breaking down, i'm breaking out.

2. conan taking over for jay? please, god, no. what would come of the masturbating bear and raymond and shooting max and triumph and the coked up werewolf...?

3. next lifetime, fredo. the one after that, i'm coming back as a serial killer and paul, mike, eric and dave are the first up against the wall. the lifetime following should be riddled with mental torment and anguish making me super psycho - scott, i'll look you up then.

4. people younger than you will *NEVER* listen to the sage advice you give them. ever.

5. undecided voters are lame and bush voters are their ball cleaners.

6. team america and saun of the dead were the funniest movies this year. man on fire was so suprisingly good as was saved. alien v predator and resident evil were exactly what you'd expect: low substance, much ass kicking, highly entertaining and great special effects. hope everyone saw i, robot. hero was disappointing. garden state renewed my faith in indie films the same way station agent did last year.

7. hello, prague! now to get a passport...

8. no, for the last time, we're never getting married. why ruin a good thing. and children?! nigga please!

9. there can never be another 'rio' or 'seven and the ragged tiger'. U2 will never stop rocking.

10. "forward" has two r's and both are pronounced. "often" has one 't' that is silent. nuclear. irregardless.

11. snoop dog is hysterical and so is ben affleck as james carvell. scarlett johanssen needs some lasagna. angelina jolie needs to keep clear of billy bob thornton. halle berry needs to be shot and so does paris hilton and ashlee simpson. i'm still in love with nick and jessica.

12. there is so such thing as the perfect video game. fable is boring. xmen united stinks. splinter cell is rad. katamari damacy is my favorite drug. fight for new york is more fun to watch than to play (for me). bloodrayne was fun-ish.

13. rabbits don't have enought sense to come in out of the rain. watership down.

in case you've ever wondered what our poker parties are like

SELECT [Field1]&[Field2]
FROM myTable;

a bit amateur, but you get the point

-edgar, you'll dig it

Best use of music to enhance a movie scene:

1. Tiny Dancer : Almost Famous (However, because of tonatiuh, i find myself singing "hold me closer, Tony Danza.")
2. Head Over Heels : Donnie Darko
3. The Introduction : Star Wars (no, it's not really a scene. suck it.)
4. Don't You Forget About Me : The Breakfast Club
5. Where Is My Mind? : Fight Club

strange, but inspiring

okay, so we all know if i try to play a first person shooter i get dizzy and ill and unable to function for about an hour _after_ playing. so my second choice in gaming genres is a good rpg since the views in these games is so much more agreeable to my stomach. i also like the concept of "okay, here's your mission: go get this thing and take it to this place. once you've collected all fortyeight things, they make this giant thing and you must whoop its ass." however, in order to play any of these i need to wield a giant axe or cast sissy spells.

the hunter series was the best i'd seen yet. now i'm not the raddest gamer around but each issue of hunter (four, i believe) had a certain point in the game i just could not get past. i even called in for backup from other kids in my neighborhood. no luck. a buddy of ours works for rockstar and was a major contributor to splinter cell pt. he's getting a monster flogging when he gets back from china for some absurdly difficult parts in that one.

deus ex was fun but i never felt connected to my buff tough special ops guy i was playing, nevermind the fact that i could only ever play that fps for more than 30 mins.

i guess i'm asking too much from game designers. i think of awesome (scifi) books like ender's game and the diamond age or cool movies like armitage dm or blade runner and i wonder why aren't there any solid, non first person shooter games out there. something with a nice, dark 'alex proyas' look, a story you actually want to follow and characters i can relate to.

and companies wonder why there aren't more chick gamers.

disappointment of the trip:

triumph was here for "Make poop, not war" and we couldn`t get tickets.

however, now i feel continuously possessed to say things are good for me to poop on.

Montreal is super effing cool. i`ve a few minuts to kill while waiting for andy and a taxi:

incredible! all we`ve done is eat-drink, sleep and go to comedy shows. highlights: at the Club Soda there was this british chick, nina.

wait. back up a bit.

before we left the 619, andy and i rented dummy. now, i`m not a huge brody fan but this movie impressed me and really gave me a respect for an occupation i had to that point considered quite creepie. made me begin to think about what kind of act i`d have if i took up ventrilloquism.

anyhow

so there was this british chick, nina, and her `dummy`, monk - a monkey, of course. they were great. laughed my ass off and it`s probably mostly cause of the movie, but hey.

on the third nite, i think dane cook was good, but by the time he came on, last, andy and i were so full of champagne and labatt`s we couldn`t remember a bit of his stand-up. then i remembered that i had *illegally* recorded some of it on the digicam - we were laughing so hard in the backround i couldn`t hear a thing off the recording. went back the next nite for another show and the bartender said no, he couldn`t remember dane`s bit either but that we seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

last nite`s line up sucked major ass. tim allen made a surpise performance and proceded to humilate and alienate every american in the audience with his anti-war *humor.* these alleged jokes were actually more anti-american than anything. all this while sporting a diamond crusted rolex, obviously obsessed over guns and a well maintained pot belly. ass.

tonite we go to our last show - the best of boston comics. bobcat goldthwaite is on the list as well as dane cook. haven`t a clue whomelse is to be attending.

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also, my 30th birthday was such a riot last weekend! andy got bbq catered from phil`s, leslie brought the BEST strawberry shortcake, all the wonderful kinds in my life were there from my cute as a button sister to some cats h_box brought. i got tons of bad *good* sci fi movies and tonatiuh got me a great book.

everyone had a great time and we wrapped up the nite watching signs. man that movie scares the crap out of me everytime - that fucking birthday party scene. sheesh!

speaking of which- looking forward to catching up on movies upon our return - the grudge, i robot and bourne supremacy to begin with. woot.

but first, gotta get the prelude out of impound. *groan*

at the beginning of our house hunting, there was this nice little craftsman around 30th and upas. it had a huge backyard, awesome old-fashioned gas stove that looked like a laundromat washing machine, old, distressed oak floors, blah blah blah. it even had a guest house. i guess we just weren't ready. i mean, it was the first house we looked at. two weeks after we first saw it, someone put out an offer and bought the thing. so it became "the one that got away." andy still gets a forlorn look about him when we see it.

as most know, andy and i are finally moved in to the house we bought in january. the renovations are complete but we're still working out the kinks (heat wouldn't work cause one of the contractors drove a screw through the wires, washer & dryer need to be installed...). otherwise, the house (well, loft) is amazing. awesome, two-person soaking tub, beautiful japanese tile, bamboo flooring, retro-style industrial fans, blah blah blah. extremely well designed, if i may say so.

we've only just recently learned that that first house is back on the market for whatever reason. this is such like a bizarre love thing. we're very happy in our new house and no that we could stay here and make our home here and be very happy for some time. we've worked so hard to get to this point. in the mean time, we get at least one letter a week from realtors asking if we'd be interested in selling our loft.

so there you have it: do we give up this house that we worked through SO much to get in to? a place where we know things will be good and safe and happy? do we buy this other house and take a chance that it will make us as happy for as long? here in hillcrest we can walk to anything we need (whole foods, trader joe's rite aid, hillcrest cinemas, blah blah blah). at the upas craftsman, there's a coffee shop, corner market and a video store, but that's it.

:: groan ::