the electric green glow of my alarm stared me down from the pedestal on which it sits, the smirk on its face seemed to mock my every toss and turn. For it was 2:32 in the morning and I am still awake. I wish I wasnt but, it doesnt seem that I can do much to remedy that fact at this time. Seems like insomnia. I just want to float away to the place where my dreams lie in wait. A better place where the air is clear and the cotton candy grows on trees and the beer and whiky comes tricklin' down the rocks. That is where I want to be. To pass the time, talk to friends, who else is up at an hour like this. Most likely all of my other friends who dont sleep much, that and a couple of vampires, but they are usually out on the town by now.

Ok, now on to other things. The only other burning topic that comes to mind, is one of a cinematograpic kind. It would seem that in a world of seemingly un-endless absurdities, one film production company felt that it would be worth it to steep more coal on the ever-burning heads of our american society. The date, June 6th 2003, a day that should be blotted from the face of the earth and absolved from the record books. The day that a completely rubbish film is released. 2 Fast 2 Furious. As if the first installment in this series wasnt succesful enough at boring any thinking audience to sleep, the geniuses decide to go in for the kill. I mean, who wouldnt pass up an opportunity to see a police officer gone bad, trash his "souped-up" Honda rice-burner, while tearing around turns at a blazing 40 miles per hour!!!!! DANG!! Serioulsy folks, the cars never top the big four-0. Pretty sad isnt it. I guess if any credit is going to given this movie, it would be that the camera man can sure shake a mean camera for optimum speed appearance! Seriously folks, please dont go see this film. Instead, send any money that you would have spent on the movie directly to me. This will be just as entertaining as the film and you will thank me later.

Now go eat your peas!

Weather, what a wonderful thing.

Do you know that place between awake and asleep, the moments before your brain starts waving? Thats where I seem to spend most of the waking hours of my life.

Shakespeare is stellar, as a matter of fact I am going to Lincoln on Wednesday to see one of my friends perform it. It should be great. If Shakespeare was the only fiction author to ever walk the face of the earth, that would be ok with me.

thats all for now.,

so there it was 9:21pm and the minute-hand on my clock went slow, and slower. Nothing to do. Sitting on my behind. Listening to loud music, but not too loud because there is some sort of meeting going on downstairs in the large 1900's style house that I live in. Craziness. Seems like there are literally millions of opportunitues out there awaiting my entertainment, but because I am a lazy so and so, I dont really want to get up and do stuff. So here I am tired, bored and lonely....yup, here I am.......are you doing anything tonight? maybe we could hang out. Now its 9:25pm.

As some of you may know, (that is if there is anyone out there reading this) I like to watch movies, and today was no exception. So what did I do about this precarious situation? I went and saw a picture flick. The name of tonights feature was "About Scmidt" a film that, in my opinion is a cinematic masterpiece. A film that is truly head and shoulders above the rest of this crap that "Hollywood" puts out these days, I mean lets take a look at a few of our other options this weekend.....Oh boy, the much anticipated "House of a 1000 corpses" debuted(what a weird word) this weekend. Now, I have not seen this film(nor do I intend to) so it might just be THE STANDALONE GREATEST FILM OF ALL TIME. But I highly doubt it. Rob Zombie, now there is a guy that I would really like to spend some good quality time with(feel the sarcasm.) He truly is one of the most up-standing, models-of-virtue of all time. Who wouldnt want to sit and watch his creative juices flow for a whole 88 minutes. Hmmmm....man I can envision it now, death and dismemberment, closely intertwined with a spine tingling search for a "magical, mythical" character called (drum roll please) "Dr. satan." Wow, not thats art in its most refined form, wonderful. (if you dont believe be about that dr. satan thing check out the synopsis of the film here Truly a film worth not watching!

Or we could take some time and look at the big box office hit from last week, "What a girl wants." Now I could go on and on about this movie but I think that the brief overview of the film does the situation justice;

"Amanda Bynes plays a 19-year-old New York City teen who travels to London to find the father she's never known (Colin Firth), discovering that he's an upper-class socialite. Of course, her crass American-ness causes copious comic fish-out-of-water situations." Wow, lets take a look, "Copious comic-fish-out-of-water situations." Now that has oscar written all over.

OK ok ok, all of that brings us back to "About Scmidt." A film that is as awkward and difficult to watch as the life that it reflects. Jack Nicholson plays a recent retiree, who is caught in what seems to be the later end of a rather doleful life. Truly a life without apparent purpose. This is Alexander Payne's third film, set to the backdrop of the "gorgeous" Omaha, NE. landscape. Which I am probably biased, but oh well. Payne invests in a painstaking process to accentuate the mundane in this film. From the colors and the settings, to the awkward pauses and speeches, to the close-up shot of Schmidt's wife's armpit, all of this to show the regretable nature of the film. A quote from the science-fiction film, "Barbarella" states that "A life without cause is a life without effect." Which is smack dab in the middle of where Warren Schmidt finds himself. If you have not seen this film I would Highly recommend it. It truly is a lost mans search for a purposeful existance. The primal cry of mankind to "know and be known."

So its Sunday morning, my alarm clock goes of with the song "Beautiful day" by U2 playing, excellent! One good sign that its going to be a good day is that this song is playing. Another good sign would be sunshine and little blue birds chirping in the tree near my window, the smell of fresh flowers blooming outside and panckakes and bacon wafting through my door. This morning None of these happened. Snow is falling, my room is cold, FREAKIN COLD, there are dirty dishes in the sink, rent is due and I am about to be late for work. suck! So 20 minutes later, I fly out there door expecting to be chewed out by the managerial nazi's that I work for. A hour and a half, and no tables later. (I work at The olive Garden a rather hoity-toity italian restaurant.) SO, no tables equals no money. SUCK #2 or 7 depending on how you are counting. My day is for the most part ruined. Why can't it just be summer or spring even! I just want to wear shorts. Anywho, since my day is already a bust I may as well hang out with my loser-ish friends. (and if any of my loser-ish friends are reading this then sorry, but they would probably agree with me.)

Hey guys welcome, I guess I dont really know why I started this log, but was bored and knew that it was pretty fun to read others stuff. I might be serious and logical from time to time, I might also be ludicrous and inane at others. Consider this just log of my various thoughts. Have fun.