Shit!

Got to write fast! I was preparing to type this entry by writing some beforehand notes. (The other day I recommended a Taiwanese kid at my school to write, by hand before even touching the computer, what he wanted to express in his short essay about Chinese economy and how their economy affects the kajillions of young Chinese, and then type--how old-school is that? So, I am deciding to practice what I preach. We'll see how it works.) The notes read thusly: TV->Fantasy->school->horror. Interesting. But right after I wrote the notes, and thinking of a clever title I accidentally pressed the "enter" button thereby creating a blank post.

So I apologize to those of you who saw this instance of unprofessionalism. I would hate to think that you thought that my increasingly diminishing word count in my posting finally dipped to nil.

I watch very little TV these days. I have decided that TV only reminds me of things that I cannot have, like a brand-new BMW, NFL Game Ticket on DirecTV, and Jackie Johnson. If I do watch the ol'tube it will be for one of three things: DVDs of dope movies (some of which I will describe at some length in a couple of grafs), the Simpsons (and Family Guy but I don't go out of my way) and what my good friend Chrib calls the best and original Reality TV: sports!

That said, I am elated at the new NFL season breaking. I own two Fantasy football teams, one of which I drafted myself and am hoping to come in the money, which for me potentially could help handle two car payments this year. Fantasy football singlehandedly restored my love for football, which began in the sixth grade after my dad took me to a Raiders-Broncos game at the Coliseum. After witnessing madness all around me (you'd be surprised at how far a fan can throw a 9V battery) and a guy named Bo run circles around men much bigger than he, I was hooked. Then Al Davis moved back to Oakland and the rest was history. Until there was Fantasy.

Luckily the network at school allows me to access Fantasy Football, which could be viewed as a gambling site, which along with pornography, dating sites and "malicious content" are blocked by the programs monitoring net use at Southwestern Academy. However, I can still google "boobs" and voila nudity. Go figure. The kids come back this coming week, at which point my summer of fun ends. However busy I will be with Westridge kitchen in the day and resident ass-kicking a noir, I am looking forward to it. I am ready for it. Anyway I was really freaking myself out lately with my recent make-up session with Netflix due to a class-action lawsuit winnin me a free month of the service thus re-hookin me on the 'flix.

I mean I Netflixed the entire oeuvre of Dario Argento. He is the master of all horror, I don't care what anyone says... everyone: Carpenter, Craven, Hooper, they all copied him. so I am looking forward to the campus being re-populated and feeling less like late-night Crystal Lake. My fave of his has to be Rosso Profundo ("Deep Red"), so friggin cool and Italian and...red. The only thing about his films I don't like are that the victims are so victimized and helpless. I mean that's pretty Kosher for horror, but I mean what the fuck? Fight back, bitch!

Hey it was nice to see some of ya for Joe's birthday.

listenin to neil young's "don't let it bring you down" (live at massey hall) on Pandora.