April 21st, 2004

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...there is no god...

I've seen movies, and I've seen bad movies, but "Crush Groove" is among the worst. No-one should have told Run DMC and the Fat Boys they were big-screen material.

The eighties were a cruel decade, kind to no-one. Like a demented, incestuous bird of prey with a broken left wing in a lamarkian evolutionary system, it created twisted, brain-damaged hatchlings that flopped around, twittering and cawing, until their mother ate them, thinking they were perhaps frogs.

I'm going to gouge out my eyes now, there is nothing good left in this world.

Except pop-tarts.
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Aww!

My bosses just randomly gave me a $20 Amazon certificate!

I'm gonna buy something with hyenas now :) Or the Best of Wesley Willis! Yeah!
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For some reason, I woke up this morning with the Get Along Gang theme stuck in my head. This was the result of a lengthy, probably stupid, dream about social injustice. "Each one's so special in his own way," the theme song says. Montgomery's the leader, and he's such a good sport, and there's Zipper, the lean machine. Is that what the lyrics are? I'd had that one wrong for years. Zipper was a bit of an ass, from what I remember, but the whole excercize thing really worked for him.

What really stuck in my incoherant, stumble-across-the-laundry-minefield-to-hit-the-snooze-button mind, is, if each one's so special in their own way--his own way, this was the mid-80's--and even if "logical Portia will figure it out," there are two characters who are NOT special in their own way.

"There's Woolma and Dottie with the spirit."

That hardly seems fair.

I assume we're talking about cheer and pep, and not the Holy Spirit, I don't remember the speaking in tongues episode.