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Jackass ii, the movie

  What a blast I had today. Although, I wish shopping for clothes wasn't so complicated. I go shopping to redeem the discount coupons I receive in the mail (and who reads the fine print) only to discover that the 'sale' doesn't start until Wednesday. The nice thing about Bloomy's is they took my shop cart and charged me for it, valued my coupons too. I have to go back on Thursday to pick up my pants, my shirt, and my sweater.
  I'm OK with that, though. Last week I went to OSH. I bought window tinting film. When I got home, I read the instructions and learned that I would need the adhesive concoction. I had also bought moss from the gardening dept. that same day. It turns out that my book on carnivorous plants explains Venus Flytraps thrive on sphagnum moss. I was inches from bringing that home, but decided on the liter moss. I make a special trip back for the gluey tint adhesive. That was my second return, but I hadn't figured out the sphagnum moss yet. I went back a third time to pick up the proper potting soil, and while I was there, a squeegy for the tinting project.
  At Bloomy's, I also slipped into Body, Bath & Beyond and got myself a blanket. Can't be too prepared for El Niño, I always say. I also forgot to take a look at laundry baskets. And my drain is needing a new drain thingy (to catch all the stray hairs from my shedding scalp). I may just have to take in the original to get a perfect fit.
  I had lunch at the Coffee Table at about 2:30 or 3:00pm. I had the BLTA with an Italian soda. It was yummy.
  Determined to get my loose change worth of parking meter time, I walked up to Radio Shack and upgraded my phone. I have a black Sanyo Katana now. Somebody call me. I'M DESPERATE! I had forgotten to carry around my 35mm. I really did only have one exposure left in it. I wasted it on a potted cactus plant. Pictures will be ready for pick up after 3:00pm on Thursday, but I'm gonna call after 3pm Wednesday just in case.
  I got home and tried to read that thin little classic that I feel should only really take me an hour to read. Ask the dust by John Fante (which I should be reading this very moment) starts off slow, but it's getting better. So far I'm fixated on the main characters struggle to make a name for himself as a writer. The title of his manuscript, THE LITTLE DOG LAUGHED, or some such nonesense seems like it is the very book I'm holding in my hand and because it sucks starting out, it all just seems like an autobiography written by a wannabe writer a bit prematurely in his career. Ask the dust is a story based in L.A. and I see myself in the book too, which is why I haven't put it down. It's doubtful I'll ever be asked to put together my own bio, in which case my reply to that would be "ask the dust, when I'm dead and gone".
  I can't seem to focus, so I go to the movies. The film was rad. Plenty of mooning and saggy sex organs, and gross material. My dinner was popcorn and a soda and I managed to finish that up ten or fifteen minutes into the film. Past that, I don't recommend letting your munchies guide you through ordering enough snacks to last the whole movie.
  As far as non-stop laughter is concerned, Johnny Knoxville apparently was referring to the genuine laughter taking place on film by all the Jackass crew in his interview by Henry Rollins. I'm not disappointed. I remember what Survivor was like when I saw it for the first time. I was rotflol watching the contestant eat bugs and puke. Same concept with Jackass.
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