Aight, after a lengthy hiatus, I bring a poll to the masses (or at least the handful of people that read this blog semi-regularly). SO, in light of the recent AFI poll of "AFI's 100 YEARS...100 MOVIE QUOTES", I ask you, my loyal readers, what are your favorite movie quotes?
Try to keep it to your top three or so favorites and give the movie title and character if you can.
I can't really explain it, nor do I care to. Whenever I have a headache, severe or just lingering, I get some sound bite or, in the case that I'm trying to fall asleep, visual stimulus stuck in my head that loops continuously. Most of the time, it's just a line from a song I've heard recently. It's VERY annoying and it can even ruin a song that I, up to that point, enjoyed.
Well, for those of you that don't know, one of my favorite actresses is now engaged to Tom Cruise. While Katie Holmes doesn't have the drop-dead gorgeous look of some supermodels and she doesn't really have the body of a Greek goddess or anything, she's very much my type. What type would that be exactly? Well, she's smart, cute, beautiful in a very understated, sophisticated way (see Batman Begins for a good example), modest, humble, wears her emotions on her sleeve and, of course, sugar and spice.
How do I know that she is all of those things? WELL, I don't know for certain. However, from the interviews I've seen and read and from seeing just about everything she's ever been in, I'd like to think I have a pretty good idea of who she is. I don't know, maybe I just think those things because I WANT to think them. In a world of conceit, ego and many other undesirable character traits from "celebrities", I find her refreshingly "normal".
I hope Mr. Cruise makes her happy.
Okay, these people made me really envious for the first time in a while. Granted, they could be lying but I'm thinking that at least one of them is being honest.
Maybe I'm inspired too easily and in too many directions but, damn, is it starting to become more and more obvious to me that my hobbies and interests are growing beyond the number of waking hours in my day.
Most of those waking hours are spent at work and I am now feeling like a true working stiff. The remaining hours of my day are spent either pursuing my interests at the detriment of my day-to-day obligations (consisting of general "grown-up" things) or vice versa. I had hoped by now that maybe I'd be so invested in one particular area (like my job) that I'd be happy following just one pursuit. That is certainly not the case. In fact, it's getting worse with age.
I recently have spent money on such varied items as a Canon 20D digital camera and accessories, automotive upgrades (far too many to list), books on business, books one might classify as "literature", comic book TPB's, books on IT certifications, DVD box sets of TV shows from years gone by and a movie or two. That list is nothing compared to the eclectic wish list I've compiled on Amazon in the last month or two and if you factor in all of the things I've researched online and haven't actually spent any money to acquire (yet), it's amazing I even show up for work at all.
On one hand, the information age is an amazing age for humanity as it presents opportunities for intellectual and artistic growth unparalleled in any previous age. On the other hand, I feel like my little boat of a brain is sinking in an inexhorable flow of information.
A piece of me loves the challenge of keeping abreast of as many things as possible. Another piece wishes he never heard of the Internet, ignorance is bliss and all that.
Okay, my body has finally recovered to the point where I can lift my arms to type. For those of you that don't already know, my trip to the shore last Friday resulted in SERIOUS sunburn.
Sure, I've gotten sunburn before, no biggie. I've even blistered a little bit before but, honestly, my body has always recovered pretty quickly without blistering in the past. WELL, times change.
I have hundreds, if not thousands, of little blisters all over my torso and back. LUCKILY, I'm actually feeling far less pain than I was even yesterday. Not so recovered that I can frolic about willy-nilly but enough to pound out a couple sentences on my keyboard without pain. SO, here's to a blistery recovery.
It's about time. I'll be at the shore for the day ... yes, that means I'll probably come back with a pile of issues Monday morning, but I'll deal with that then, not now.
Okay, just between you and me ... I've always wanted a penguin. They're cute and, c'mon, no one else has one. I just saw this trailer today ...
March of the Penguins
You can count me in.
There's talk of Apple dropping IBM and switching to Intel for its processors.
Will Apple switch to Intel chips?
This poses some interesting questions about the future of Apple computing, namely, Apple PC's becoming as ubiquitous as Intel whiteboxes.
I have two desks in my room. One is monstrous with a hutch-like component full of my college text books and the majority of my CD collection. You will also find magazines, bills, receipts, pay stubs, work-related-computer-books, unread and read mail, a cork ball filled with fluorescent thumbtacks and two computers on that desk (and several other things I wish to remain out of this description).
The other desk is much smaller. I've had it since middle school. It used to be my only desk. Now it's the desk I only dream about.
More often than not, it's covered in clothing and overflows from my other desk. There are about thirty magazines (roughly three months worth) in a neat pile on the upper left corner. Adjacent to that pile is an Xbox headset pleading with me to "remember the good old days" and lose hours of my day to Live-enabled Xbox games. In the upper right corner is a painting of Mack and Manco on the Ocean City, NJ boardwalk. It's the shop on 12th street (not the one on 8th or 9th). By the end of the work week, it'll probably see a pair of pants and a couple shirts.
While I sit here describing the desk, it's what's NOT on it that saddens me. There are no hastily sketched illustrations, refelective memoirs, introspective journal entries, creative (or not so much) short stories, novels (or even a chapter or two), paintings, sheet music, song lyrics, business plans, etc.
When I put the desk there about a year and a half ago, it was for the express purpose of having somewhere to sit and think, write, draw, etc. without any clutter or distractions. For most of the week, it's as cluttered as everything else in my room and when it's NOT cluttered, I sit and look at it like "I'd love to ... but there really are a lot of other things I should be doing". I'm gonna work on that.