June 9, 2002

HBO is replaying the first season of Six Feet Under, starting tonight with episode one. Yes, this show is good enough that I'll watch it all over again. The Soprano's website also says that the new season will start in September. Sep-fucking-tember? That's like, um, months away! What ever will I do? Read a book? Give me a break!

Why the heck am I watching Cops? Can anyone answer that? My simple excuse is that my TiVo recorded so, so I have to watch it, right? I can't waste television. I need to get out more.

Speaking of getting out more, my friends and I got drunk and went to see Undercover Brother Saturday night. Certainly a movie you want to watch after a few beers, but, surprisingly, a movie that you should see. Yeah, it's a rental, but it is worth watching. It doesn't try to work on many levels like Shrek. It only has one level, but that one level is quite humerous if you stop trying to take it seriously. And how can you dis a movie with Denise Richards and Doogie Howser, MD? I mean, c'mon. Solid!

Speaking of movies you can miss on video, miss The Mothman Prophecies. Just keep walking at Blockbuster. Don't even slow down in front of the display. Keep moving.

I hope when I get arrested that I'm not a blubbering fool like this woman on Cops. I hope I go down like a man. Naw, I'll cry and offer to give oral pleasure.

I'm sick of carrying around both a cellphone and my palm. I'm looking into the Handspring Treo or the Samsung i300. However, neither of these work with Verizon. I'd have to switch to either Cingular (ugh) or Sprint (double-ugh). There's a conspiracy here somewhere, if only I could figure out what it is. I really don't care to switch providers, but I hate carrying about both devices. I am a super-dork, but I don't have to look like one.

Hmmm, I should probably talk about mozilla, eh? Naw, maybe tomorrow. Well, I will at least take a minute to bitch that it doesn't seem to matter how much work anyone does on Chimera, people will always think that the only people on the project are jingle pants and the beauty-school drop out.

Posted by pinkerton at June 9, 2002 7:59 PM