Some Random Thoughts...

The UAW is currently striking against GM. A NATIONAL STRIKE. I fucking hate unions. Hopefully they do not continue to strike for very long and do not drag the rest of the car companies down. I am all for one of the big three going under, but not when our economy is so seriously fucked.

The US dollar is now matched with the Canadian. A fucking Loonie, folks! A loonie! What the hell is that? The good news? No one is going to be going across the borders for the casinos. Just the better ideas on pot. And still cheaper Rx's.

Halo 3 comes out to-motherfucking-night! Halo 3 comes out to-motherfucking-night! Halo 3 comes out to-motherfucking-night! Halo 3 comes out to-motherfucking-night!


I have been having some crazy dreams lately. This morning I woke, completely startled by the fact that I was no longer on set. Maybe it is because I have been watching a ton of Entourage, or that I have been researching scripts on line, or that I have been daydreaming a lot at work about it, but I have been having a crazy number of dreams about working in the film industry. Never Hollywood. Almost always art house. Sometimes soap opera bullshit. Sometimes fucking Mandy Moore. Because she is super hot.

I have no idea what the hell Beaner's Coffee is supposed to be called anymore. I think it is Bigby's Coffee, but that sounds weird. So I am just going to call it Not Racist Coffee Colon Coffee Store For Americans. Makes more sense. Right? Hell no.

I hate the Hogan child, Nick. He is a complete fuckhead. And I want him to blow up in a filed of corn, and then be eaten by wolves, and then have those wolves take a shit in a big pile and then the pile would burst into flames.

I want to be made into a muppet. It would be so sweet to have a muppet me. I would totally get a shelf to put me on.

LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!

I'll end with a quote from an amazing movie:

"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers...Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. the only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon."