My God, It's Full of Beans!

Well, my beanbag chair arrived on Monday and it is the bomb! The bomb, explosive, even. It appears to be a large pillow stuffed with sand. But it is so much more! I am only scratching the surface of its many possibilities but have still managed to discover this truth: Beanbag chairs are awesome, and my own beanbag chair is more awesome yet. Not much is going on aside from this enlightenment. I have taken to adding Kool-Aid mix to Ginger Ale. So, there's that. Also, I saw Idiocracy on Saturday, and it is so extremely funny that it gets my highest rating. 18 spinning kazoos rampant on a field of cranberry crossed with a blazing statue of Rah Digga with the Dunkin' Donuts logo stamped over the whole thing. And, for good measure, some Ocelots.

Anyway, if you haven't seen the movie, you really need to. I enjoyed it even more than Office Space, I think because it had a more coherent, solid story, whereas Office Space, as funny as it was, was pretty much just a bunch of jokes about how much working in an office sucks strung together. I can't even begin to describe how well done the movie is, it has a clear vision of the future in all it's dumbed-down inevitability, which is frankly terrifying. And hilarious. But, of course, the movie is really commenting on the present and the uninspiring direction in which we're headed. It is really an achievement when a movie can be so funny and can succeed so greatly as entertainment, and still have such a deep, thoughtful message. It feels weird to write that about a movie with so many jokes about pimps and handjobs, but it's true.

Anyway, I guess that's about it for now. When my Texas Flag arrives, my room will be complete. And I'm still scheming up ways to get an iPhone, so you'd all better have some tricks up your sleeves. Stay on your toes! I'm coming to get an iPhone one of these days, and it's up to all of you to hold the line.

Inspiring Sign-Off

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Triumphant Return To Blogging!

And now it's January. I suppose a lot has happened since last I blogged, but I am skipping over it. That's right. It's skipped. Deal with it. So, I'm skipping the Bengals painful elimination from playoff contention. It's skipped. Skip it three times. That elimination was so painful it should be on MXC. Ugh. I'm skipping Thanksgiving and Christmas. And the elections. And every stupid thing The X-President has done since I last blogged. It's all skipped. We pick up the story say... last weekish some time? So, New Year's is skipped as well. Sorry Bree! The party was great but... It's skipped. Ditto for Matt and Monica's birthdays. They be skipped. All that Nickelodeon GAS Rob, Matt, Dave and I watched? You better believe it's skipped.

So, last week... Last week I caved in and ordered a beanbag chair. A beanbag chair from something called Sumo. A beanbag chair which received recommendations that I had not thought a mere beanbag chair could receive. Recommendations which would seem more appropriate applied to scented oils or powerful aphrodisiacs or even THE VERY WOMB FROM WHICH WE ALL EMERGED AND TO WHICH WE ALL LONG TO RETURN. The reviews were that good. So I ordered one. But it isn't here yet!!

Since Matt got Phantasy Star Universe for his birthday ... I went ahead and finally used the amazon gift certificate my parents got me for my birthday... which I guess was also skipped - DAMN!! Oh well. Anyway, I ordered it as well, so hopefully I'll get that around the same time I get my chair. And I can play it. And sit in my new chair. At. The. Same. Time.Man that is going to be awesome.

Work is about the same or maybe a little better.

Oh, I also subscribed to some magazines. I think that was yesterday... I've been sleeping a lot. I mean a LOT. A bunch of people went to roller derby, but I slept instead. I mean, they'd already got me a ticket. I had to pay for a ticket I didn't use. It became a ticket to Slumberland. Which is worth whatever I paid for it I guess.

The big news though, is that I am not allowed to buy an iPhone. In 6 months or whenever they come out. I'm not allowed. Everyone that reads this is responsible for making sure I don't buy one. Tell all your friends. They're responsible too. Everyone is. We're all responsible for making sure Jordan doesn't buy an iPhone. Because, well, he's gonna. Unless you stop him!!!The last thing I'm going to write about is the way I've been shamefully neglecting my friends Rob and Kiran. Rob wrote me at least one e-mail and left me a voicemail, and I have yet to get back to him. So I will now. I'm posting this and then I'm writing Rob an e-mail. Away!


SWEET CHRISTMAS!!!

Luke Cage