Women and the children first

Fast food sucks.

Seriously, every time I eat that shit, I am reminded within ten minutes of why I should never eat that shit. Yeah, I understand that sometimes fast food does taste really good, and that it's a quick alternative to having to cook dinner and all, but for fucks sake, I think I'm going to try and swear off fast food for the rest of my life. Nothing good comes from it seemingly. In fact, I'm going to make a strong attempt to not eat any fast food aside from Hot Dog Heaven (which hardly qualifies), for the next three months. Not even taco bell. Fuck how expensive it is, and fuck how it makes you feel afterwards. After I eat fast food, I feel the same way that I do after I drug a hooker that I haven't yet paid and walk out on her, after skeeting in her hair. Just guilty.

But on to topics that aren't burning a hole through the bottom of my toilet bowl right now. Life for me is a giant balancing act. I care a lot about music and literature, and have a very high level of quality control for both, which is why you won't catch me reading any limp-dicked Chuck Palahniuk book any time soon or listening to a Forever the Sickest Kids album. Unbeknownst to a lot of people, I do also like visual art quite a bit, and while I'm not a complete art nerd, I do enjoy art a lot. But for all of the energy I invest into music and literature and art, I seem to have completely overlooked movies. Which sucks, I feel like I have really underdeveloped taste in movies.

Yeah, it's weird like that. You'd think that someone who is pretty cultured such as myself would really have pretty awesome taste in movies, but no. It takes very little to keep me entertained. Maybe that's why my three favorite movies are Ocean's 11, Legally Blonde (and I can still quote the majority of the lines from it), and Pan's Labryrinth (probably the only movie on this list that has any sort of higher level credibility). Other than that, I am mostly entertained by typical comedy stuff like Zoolander, and Superbad, and other garbage comedies. It's pretty sad. People talk about how their life was like affected by movies like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or Requiem for a Dream or something, and I just can't get into stuff like that. But I mean, I guess that the opposite applies for the girl who considers both The Garden State and the first Senses Fail album to be masterpieces of our time.

So reccommend me some movies that will make me feel like less of a navel picking retard for liking. And no, don't reccommend The Notebook. The last thing I need is some vapid and hopelessly cliche love story. Kthx.

In other news, I'm interviewing this little band that you guys have never heard of tomorrow. They just put out a new album called Appeal to Reason which is actually really good. They had some crappy acoustic ballad a couple of years ago, and then got on Guitar Hero somehow. Not with that song. Some other song. I dunno. They are called like Rage Against, or Rise Against the Machine, or something like that. Plus they are straight-edge. What weirdos. Ah well, I'm sure it'll be fun. I heard they're playing with a bunch of hot topic bands though which is a bummer. So I'm going to the House of Blues for that tomorrow. Should be interesting.

Anyway, it's time for bed and time to hope that this horrendous emphyzema-esque cough will go away soon. Then maybe I can get rid of the case of the mudkips that have been plaguing me since the first bite of that Big Mac after work.

Peace,

-Joe