Archive for March, 2009
Fuck You!
Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin’ parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, ’cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don’t want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child’s pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you’re at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin’ Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
The rest of the movie was also very cool 
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Woot!
Was browsing the net and stumbled upon the site www.woot.com. It’s kind of brilliant! It sells a different product each day and you get it for crazy low prices. Too bad they only ship to locations in the US.
Good news for Dutchies though: Woot! is coming to Holland soon, according to www.woot.nl.
Tina Turner
Me and mom (and dad in the background) enjoying the show 
What’s love got to do with it!
Last night Tina Turner showed that even when you’re 69 years old you can still rock it! After a very refreshing early start (I’m so used to having to wait at least an hour for any artist that I was in total shock that she started on time) she sang and sang and sang and sang and sang. I’m serious.. the current pop tarts that I tend to go to sing for about an hour and that’s it. Tina’s show was 2,5 hours long!! She did need a half hour break in the middle though (I can imagine her stretched out and hooked up to an oxygen machine 
). But it was realllly cool .
I made some vids with my camera. Uploading one of them to youtube took more than 2 hours, so I think I will leave it at that. It’s a really cool video though. It’s her singing What’s Love Got To Do With It and it shows how everyone was singing a long. After the song there’s also some banter. Good times 
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Ugh. Since YouTube is still not done rendering my vid I will post it later. For now, look at this!! Money on the highway!
It’s Official
Murphy has lost his mind.
I swear he decided to sit in the laundry basket himself. I would never even think of fitting him in there. After trying to lie down several times he finally decided it just didn’t fit and gently stepped out of the basket. What a basket case!
Random snapshots
Murphy trying to seduce y’all.
Bolt standee at work
The perfect example of things to find at my school: cows on clogs
Typical
Isn’t it funny that almost immediately after writing my previous post I went out and bought three books?
I was bored at work today so I colour coded my movies page. I made the movies that I watched in the cinema blue. I thought I’d point out the difference as the movie experience is so different in the cinema than when watching at home.
Most people think that when you work at the cinema you go to the movies all the time. According to my 2008 list I went approximately 20 times last year. That’s not very much is it? Maybe it is more than average person.. but not more than the average movie lover, I don’t think.
sheesh
Wow, I haven’t bought any books or dvd’s for over a month!
But then… where did all my money go?! 
Tears, alarms and broken teeth
Work, work, work. That’s all I seem to do lately. I finally have 2 days off this week. So today I’m going to enjoy a laaaaaaaaazy sunday .
Work has been kind of fun though. It’s not so long ago that I wrote about Marley & Me. Well, we’re showing it since 2 weeks now and it’s hilarious!!! The movie isn’t.. I haven’t seen it. But it’s hilarious to have to work while people are watching Marley & Me. People go to the movie thinking it’s a comedy, because that’s how it’s been promoted. What they don’t know is that the movie is about the entire lifespan of the dog which, as we all know, always ends in death. I have never seen so many people crying at the end of a movie!!! Small children need at least 10 minutes to stop wailing and grown up guys try to hide their little teardrops. Of course, all this means that our new sport is to wait till the movie just ended, immediately turn on the lights and open the doors so we can count how many people are crying. I know, we’re evil.
Another funny thing happened this week. I locked 2 visitors into the cinema!!! LMAO I worked in the afternoon and usually there is an hour between the end of the matinee showings and the evening showings. I only worked the afternoon, which means I lock up and go home before the next crew comes along. Anyway.. Marley & Me (what a coincidence) was the longest movie that we played that day and there were 2 guys watching it. At the end of the movie (didn’t catch any tears damnit!) they walked out.. I cleaned up after them, prepared the movie for the evening, went to the office to write something down, packed my stuff, turned off all the lights, turned on the alarm and walked away. When I was just about to step into my car to drive away I heard this manic peeping sound. It came from the cinema!!! It was the alarm that went off so I went back inside (thining that I didn’t put it on right) when I suddenly heard a muffled ‘hello?!’ Mwuahaha!!! I locked them in in the dark cinema. Ghehehe. Good thing I found out in time. I guess they were hiding in the bathroom or something.
Next to all the working I haven’t really done much else. My sister is still here, but her boyfriend also flew over for the week so they kept each other busy. My father had his birthday, which was nice to celebrate with the whole family again. It’s a fun coincidence that exactly one year ago, my fathers birthday was the last birthday we celebrated with the whole family. Anywaysss, my sister still doesn’t know when she’s coming back.. I even doubt if she’s 100% sure that she’s coming back at all. I just try not to think about it and take it as it comes.
Oh yeah, another fun thing. I had a root canal treatment this week!!! Apparently something (I’m blaming my dentist) caused the nerve in my tooth to die which caused an infection in my root canals. I had these visions of hell when thinking of a root canal procedure, but I have to admit that it wasn’t as bad as I expected. It was horrible to lie there with my mouth open for over an hour. But there was almost no pain. Which is always a good thing. Hopefully this will be the end of my dental misery.
I think this update is long enough. Maybe it’s time to get dressed on this lazy sunday (it’s almost noon).
The power of PINK
No, I’m not talking about the concert I went to last week. Although that was pretty awesome.
But no, I’m talking about things turning pink.. just like that. Not even things actually. I’m talking about PINK DOLPHINS!!!
The world does look pretty in pink .