Can't wait to see THE MEN WHO STARE AT GOATS!

Just got online and saw this trailer on www.firstshowing.net.  I LOVE DARK COMEDIES!!!  So I'm pretty excited.  Though I'm sure there will be folks who will see the trailer, laugh their pants off and get pissed at how 'boring' the actual movie is (Burn After Reading).  So I guess that is why Hollywood also provides brainless romantic comedies (which i am also a fan of).  Anyways, other than this movie the upcoming Where the Wild Things Are, The Road, Sherlock Holmes, and The Fantastic Mr. Fox are all on my radar!  Excited to see the wicked season of brainless-but-fun blockbusters come to an end. Can I get an amen for the upcoming season of "Race to make artsy movies with big actors taking strange and unusual roles involving pedaphiliacs, homosexuals, artists, writers, dead celebrities or historical character to get a nod for an Oscar Nomination" to start?

Blogging

Blogging...

Yes, after millions of years of human beings writing their thoughts on cave walls, stone tablets, papyrus, turtle shells, and occasionally on Paper.  Al Gore(wiki this) and the great minds of the 20th century invented the internet.

I've decided to join the ranks of many others and start posting up my own thoughts and short stories.

It's called CURRY FRIED RICE...
Enjoy!

Brick Bench Hotdog

Pigtails flying and Mickey Mouse sweaters flailing in the air as kids ran towards their parents.  Like dolls, they were picked up effortlessly and embraced by their folks. 

Me? Nope, I just walked around slowly; surveying the heads of the grown-ups around me while their kids were shooting off the day’s events like mini-machine guns into their ears. 

When I think about it now, it felt like that scene in Saving Private Ryan, where Tom Hank’s character gets stunned by an explosion, and watches the chaos of the beach landing unfold in a dazed, dream-like state. Except no one was walking around looking for their limb. 

I watched the events around me unfold in slow motion and the chattering sounds of children and their parents going off around me like WWII shells.  My bag felt heavier and heavier, and my shoes seemed to sink into the hot pavement.
I couldn’t find a familiar face, “Where’s Pa?” 

Panicked I looked around but only to see the crowd of parents and kids slip into their cars and scooters, leaving me alone in the middle of the hot noon sun. I dropped my head and noticed the old brick bench by the sidewalk.
The red brick bench seemed nice.

So I took it’s invitation and rested my tired little ass down and cried.  An hour later, Pa finally showed up.

“I am so sorry, I completely forgot it was a half-day. Did you wait long? Were you crying?” Pa asked

“Yeah” I said.  “I’m hungry, can we get a hotdog?”

So I got a hotdog. 

And I’ve often wondered at barbeques or at sports events, “What do I like better? Burgers or Hotdogs?”

I think I like hotdogs better, though that has nothing to do with my story, I think hotdogs are awesome!  Especially when you’ve also got a cool can of Sprite to wash it down with!