Giddy like a school girl

What a great fucking week this was. I mean, sure, I had some really shitty days, like Tuesday and yesterday. And Wednesday wasn't that great either. But, this week is rounding out very nicely.

First, there was the premiere of South Park's new season on Wednesday night. I didn't really realize the true goodness of it until seeing it again. For a while I used to love South Park. It was still pretty early in the show, and I loved it more for it's outrageousness. I'm not really sure if all of the shows had some sort of current event relevance or whatnot. They were funny. But then I got tired of it. I didn't really watch it for like 2 years, and I actually kind of tried to avoid it. But then right around the fall season in 2003 was when I started watching again, and it was pretty fucking awesome. Since then I've watched every episode, and they're all great. And almost all are pretty poignant too. It's actually brilliant how they do it. So, yeah, fucking awesome. Of course I have to start watching Real World again, but that doesn't mean South Park won't be DVR'd.

But really, the thing that makes this entire week, regardless of what happened earlier in the week is 300 coming out today. There's not really much to say about it. It's going to be the fucking best movie of the year. I actually cannot imagine how much ass it is going to kick. It's well beyond my comprehension of ass kicking. And my comprehension of ass kicking is very, very extensive.

So, 300 pretty much sets the tone for the entire weekend. It will be a weekend for kicking ass. Obviously.

But on to this week's list:

Of note this week:

Technology. My AIM is still being pretty dumb. And now my iTunes is being stupid as well. Since I downloaded the update for iTunes, it won't ever minimize. Why not? Because it's stupid, that's why. So, technology, seriously, work this shit out. At this rate we don't have to worry about robots taking over the world for years because programmers can't figure out the "Minimize" command.

Work. Hey, work. Fuck you. I can't go see 300 until you're fucking over, so hurry the fuck up. Seriously.

Firewalls. I still can't go to TVgasm, which is complete bullshit. I could kill two birds with one stone if I could, because then I could edit my recaps and shit while at work with some downtime. But noooo. Fuck firewalls. And do they even know what TVgasm is? Bastards.

America. Seriously America. What is your fucking problem? Remember when I took you off the list last week because I didn't think any more people would go see the steaming piles of shit that you released to movie theaters last weekend (aside from, perhaps, Zodiac, which I would at least watch)? But you went and did it. You made Wild Hogs or whatever that movie was #1 in America. And I died inside. Seriously. I'm dying a little each week. Good thing I've got 300 to almost undoubtedly kick the shit out of the other movies.

Taxes. Guess what. I'm still not gonna pay you fuckers. State taxes are for bitches. I'm no bitch.

My friends. Now, you might be thinking to myself, why are my friends on notice? Well let me break it down for you. This past weekend, Streets and Bootz came down to see me. I welcomed them into my home on Saturday. While I was taking a shower, I heard rustling around in my room. I was thinking, hmm, they're probably going through my stuff. This can't be good. So I get out of the shower, and I see them with my clothes on. But, not just my clothes, but, like, layers of my clothes. They chose that opportunity to tread all over me. And they damn near made me lose my sexy. And they LIED about what they were going to do. But it's not just those two who are on notice. There are pictures, and everyone thinks they're HILARIOUS. But guess what. They're not. So, now I've got to return the favor to them. Which will be both creative and horrifying. And I'm excited about it. But, probably until then my friends will be on notice.

Anti-Chief people. You know what? I'm glad the whole thing has been resolved because now I don't have to listen to your un-informed babbling bullshit. Assholes.

Off this week:

Weater. You know what? It's changing, and it's not making me sick. And it's fucking 56 here today. 56 glorious degrees.

"Lost." Now that South Park is back on (and I'll be watching Real World) I don't have to watch this show and wonder at how nothing ever happens. The worst thing about it is that it has set the tone for shows like Heroes and shit. Just keep introducing new twists and turns, never resolving anything, never explaining anything. But, if you do explain something, make sure it's really bizarre. And hey, add new characters whenever. Whatever, I don't have to watch it.

I'll probably be back on Monday with a recap of 300, and probably some Illinois talk, and probably a lot on the brackets and whatnot. Oh God is this a fucking awesome time of the year.