I need to take her to the vet but she needs a name in order to make an appointment >.<

I was driving on the freeway the other night when in my mirrors I saw a car with purple tinted headlights.

It was a silver Mercedes.

The license plate said, "PRENUP".

Spock Prime. Leader of the Vulcan-bots.

That had me laughing. (Just wait for the credits)

Have I ever mentioned how much I adore Simon Pegg? Because I do. (It's not just the accent, he is one funny SOB)

Star Trek was awesome, needless to say.

I've finally been getting into the campaign in Saint's Row 2. The major difference between it and GTA4 is the gang thing. GTA has the mob thing going, and SR2 has the gang thing going. Whenever I play SR2 I just want to start a new game of GTA4, that or yell at my TV, "Say hello to my little friend." Something corny like that.

Madworld is really fun. Not just because I get to hear Steve Blum's beautiful voice, but I get to chainsaw people in half. I need to finish getting through my "need to beat" pile of 360 games before the new Batman game comes out. There are currently 18 games in that pile......

Time to do my final project for my online class. A critical analysis of Silence of the Lambs. I don't really need to watch the movie, but I love it, so I'll watch it while answering the questions. It's due tomorrow. (Oh, that Hannibal never blinks thing is BS)

Not really, I'm just sick. Regular sore throat, stuffy nose sick.

I had a thought the other day. You may have heard about a dude and his pals in Cincinnati who dress up and make citizens arrests to help fight crime.....

What if.....

The police had a special tactics department that dressed up like superheros? Think about it, they would have access to all the equipment and training to actually do good on the street but since they would be cops, they would have the right to make arrests and the law would be on their side. They could be like a first response team. They could design their own costumes and would be professionally trained to handle everything. AND they could use the sweet ass rides police seize from drug raids for their super-mobiles. Of course the department would be small, maybe 5 guys max who dress up to fight crime (so it's not overdone), but how freaking sweet of a job would that be?

My laptop has been causing me trouble for months. Last night I nearly broke it (again) hitting it and trying to make it work. Took me 30 minutes to open Hulu and then wouldn't play anything. I've already uninstalled everything I don't need from it and have reformatted the hard drive more times then I can count. I can't re-install the OS because I got it from Dell and I don't have the disk. I would rather just replace it for something smaller. Does anyone have a smaller sized laptop that boots up in a short amount of time and can handle 3+ tabs open in the browser while streaming video and not freak out and freeze?

Or…. If I buy new parts for my desktop, which sweet ass case should I get? (With at least a 500W power supply)

I just got back from an amazing night of fun.

I'm trying to post picture on facebook. But you know how my laptop is. Retarded.

What I can say is this:
-Hugh Jackman is very fine looking in person
-Dan Harkins is the man
-Ryan Reynolds is hot
-Liev Schreiber is hotter
-Alice Cooper still looks the same
-Hugh Jackman is very sexy
-Fondue misses me when I'm gone.....

Looks like my photos are posted on facebook.....

I'll post a link to a photobucket album here once I get that set up tomorrow.

And before I forget, you need to go see X-men Origins: Wolverine, I don't care what you have to say about Deadpool, just see it to see Hugh Jackman's ass.

So I stood in a line for 14 hours.

But I got a (as in just 1, sorry, I can't bring you) ticket to the X-men Wolverine world premier.

Pics will be posted.

Hugh Jackman's ass will be violated photo too, hopefully.

With all this working out you'd expect I'd see some results. Right?

Well none of my pants are getting looser and my shirts keep getting tighter. Seems my "guns" have gotten a little larger and now my sleeves fit in the Chris Redfield fashion. Barely.

The moment I can rip a shirt from flexing I'll feel accomplished.


(Mom's home. She is doped up on pain killers but otherwise is doing as well as is possible. Thanks again for all the well wishes!)