:: J.R.'s Back-Talk ::

:: Friday, February 27, 2004 ::

Lost again in translation

I just watched it again on DVD...

It is right now my favorite movie. I really love it. It's so unamerican and so good.

The camera... the acting... so so good...

so good

dare i say: nutty good?

I do

Nutty good

:: J.R. 10:57 PM [+] ::

Back fire

I asked someone (a famous blogger chick) what their favorite blog posts were (for their blog) and they posted them, so I have as well:

For funny this one comes to mind.

For not funny this one jumps to mind but there are more.

:: J.R. 3:37 PM [+] ::

:: Thursday, February 26, 2004 ::

Pool Hall Dental Tips

I shot pool with Jon the other night... last friday in fact. We had fun. It was a place called Jillian's down town. I enjoy it there mostly, it was quite a bit smokier than usual that night, but I was ok.

We shot mostly 8 ball and we had dinner. My dinner was a burger that I'm not sure based on the color of the light in the place might have been a raw mad cow piece of meat, but whatever, I have an immune system.

So it's key that I ate... if I eat... (see braces below) what must happen? I mean the apple beaned newton on the head... if it goes up... it must come down... if I eat... i fucking BRUSH...

I'm in a pool hall...I eat raw meat... I brush...

So I walk into the bathroom with just about a whole rump roast worth of dead cow in my teeth... oh I like that I'm a carnivore... grrrr... anyways... sorry... dude who is like 26 or so is at the urinal...

Quick quiz: Do I speak to him? NO. Does he speak to me? NO... it's a fucking urinal... keep your eyes forward and don't talk, it's just polite... sorry it was an aside.

I'm at the sink trying to dislodge elsie the cow from my brackets and he comes up to wash his hands and he has some serious 3 color art going on up his arm and he's wearing a wife beater shirt... and I'm brushing my teeth... He gives me a look very a kin to "What the fuck are you doing brushing your teeth in this here fucking pool hall?" I smile and show him the braces and say... "I just fucking got them and they hurt like a mutherfucker" (I was blending) he immediately takes a different stance and says:

"I had mine for 3 and half years and you really have to keep brushing, it's the only way" (This is a direct quote, i'm not making this up) He then gave me some tips on getting the food from the back most braces and I told him about the proxy brush. He finished washing his hands and told me I was doing great and just keep up the good work... then he left... you just can't make this stuff up...

Another guy walked in and gave me a similar look and then proceeded to the urinal... I was done and he was... well at the urinal... so I just walked out... who knows what that fucker thought. But he was at the urinal so did I talk to him? NO... Did I show him my braces... um

NO

:: J.R. 9:17 PM [+] ::

:: Wednesday, February 25, 2004 ::

when Greenspan speaks...

He says cut social secuity. Then fucking cut it. I know I know I'm not going to get any. So what? I knew that when I was 22. Cut it for youngangs like me. Take my future benifit. I'll gladly trade you a reasonable economy today for no checks that will be nothing anyway against the cost of living by then.

Hell I'll street perform if I have to when I'm old. I've always wanted to and never had the testicals to do it...

I got from Greenspan to testical in a few short lines... wow... course if you think about it he's more powerful than the president, so it must take balls.

:: J.R. 3:45 PM [+] ::

Yet another braces injury

I think it was just a cruel joke amongst orthodonists and their employees to tell the new wearer of braces it's actually "ok" to eat popcorn...

I ate very little last night. Very little popcorn.

I spent a lot of time digging it all out. (I know I know gross)

and while I was digging it out I actually cut my finger on my wire... no wonder my cheeks feel like that... I mean man... It tricked me too that crazy wire. It sounded like a piece of popcorn wedged in there some how where I could click it but not quite clear it... and I went for it... and I went "OW"...I have yet another injured digit. But this one isn't enough to justify a photo... nay... not gross enough.

oh man why didn't I do this 20 years ago? oh ya it wasn't a problem back then... damn.

oh that also reminds me that on Friday when Jon and I went to play pool at Jillian's I got carded. Since I don't drink this usually doens't come up. He got carded too, maybe they just card everybody. Or maybe they card everybody who has braces.. Dunno. Maybe they have a mystic formula about carding the nth person with braces and glasses who is with someone who doesn't have braces but does have glasses.

no idea. I should ask the guy next time. I'm sure he'll love that... so why did you card me? oh look a tangent... i'm home at last.

:: J.R. 11:21 AM [+] ::

:: Monday, February 23, 2004 ::

discover.com non starter

What a lame headline:

Stress Seems to Block Deep Sleep

You think?

They could have just asked me...

:: J.R. 10:21 AM [+] ::

:: Sunday, February 22, 2004 ::

Braces update

Man they hurt.

But I can eat twinkies so I am one with the universe...

So soft ... so... artificial...

I need to figure out a substrate I can put EZ cheese on...

:: J.R. 3:13 PM [+] ::

Isn't it all about the puck?

So we went and saw the Everett Silver Tips play against the Vancouver Giants last night. Now I'm the first to admit that I don't get sports. I mean I don't watch it on TV, but I don't mind going to various things because I enjoy the experience. This was the second time we went and coincidentally last time was the same team.

The first time we just creamed them 3-0. Whenever our guys would pass the puck somewhere there was always a stick right there and it just moved on up the ice. They did break their sticks quite a lot. When they broke them... someone would just give them a new just like... here ya go... There was some fighting but not much.

Last night was a touch different... They had a lot of trouble passing and they only scored one goal. Sam is down with that because she hates the crowd noise when they score. They just couldn't hold onto the puck last night... but thats not what this is about.

They started fighting at the end. OK I know it's hockey they fight. So what right?

Again not my point.

With like 45 seconds left they dropped the puck and one of our guys just threw off his helmet. One of their guys responded in a like fasion. They then began to start hitting each other. Did one of them call the other some name? We couldn't figure out whey they wanted to fight right then. Also if you have a helmet on and you are going to fight... do you take off the helmet? no... you keep that fucker on. because the other guy is going to try and hit you in the head which is what they were doing. Hitting each other in the head. They took their gloves off too, that I get... You don't want to hit them in the head with something soft. So use your knuckles... oh ya you had a STICK in your hand a minute ago but you drop that (that's ok don't fight with the sticks, but I've seen them do that too). The refs are great during a fight they just stand there and keep the other players away while these two try and kick the shit out of each other. I guess thats containment. I will say the one time two of them fell on the ice fight the two refs jumped right on top of them. They just stand there. I guess their insurance doesn't cover them for breaking up fights... it is only a farm team. so that's part of my point but not my main point.

The crowd cheered, on the last fight. They were yelling like there was a goal scored. Is the deal they fight because they lost? Well we didn't manage to score much but hey we can kick the shit out of the other team. Or rather provoke them into kicking the shit out of us. The cheering crowd just puzzeled me. Also seemed rather pointless to kick their best player's ass right then... seems a little late. Kick his ass BEFORE he scores the goals. 4-1 the damage is done.

I guess I just don't get it.

:: J.R. 2:39 PM [+] ::