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I want to see this movie very badly:

http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox_searchlight/napoleon_dynamite.html

Phone auditions for the next round of Super Millionaire with Regis Philbin begin tonight at 6pm Central time.
1-800-999-7878
I qualified last time around, but wasn’t one of the lucky 10 selected for my tape date.
I’ve got a feeling, though, this time around. A reeeeeeeeal good feeling.

I saw Supersize Me this weekend. It’s a wonderful movie, and I urge you all to catch it. It’s not as comprehensive as Fast Food Nation, but it’s far more accessible, and easier to digest in one sitting. Kinda like a Happy Meal.
If I were adept at critical thinking, I’d post a detailed review of the film here. Instead, I’ll just say, “See it! Whoopy! Watch this movie!”
Time for pop and cookies.

Did you catch my last entry, everyone? I hope you enjoyed it. It’s part 1 of my great new Blog feature, “Boo and Yay!” That’s where I’ll say “Boo” to some things, and “Yay” to some other things! That way you’ll see the types of things that I hate, or feel “Boo” about, and the types of things that I love, or say “Yay” about.
Don’t steal that awesome cool feature for your Blog!@# It’s mine!@# I thought of it first!@#
Ah!
BOO to people who steal my awesome new Boo/Yay idea for their own Blog. YAY to people who give me my propers for having invented such a cool, expressive feature.

Boo to Rob and Amber for making it to the final 2. Boo to everyone else for being so stupid and dumb. Hooray to CBS for practically handing Rupert one million bones.

http://www.chicagoimprov.org/game.swf

I have some pretty wicked allergies that kick in mid-March, and apparently stick around well into May. My eyes water and sting, my nose fills up with nose stuff, and I become the most irritable person ever.
To interrupt myself for a second… there’s a lady standing over one of our copier machines right now slapping it with her hands and shouting, “Fuck! This is so stupid! This is so stupid! Fuck!” I wonder what’s up. Maybe it called her a name.
Anyway, back to MY problems.
Today I’m pretty stuffy, and my eyes are stinging. I don’t feel like looking people in the eye, just punching.
I’m learning how to play the piano, by the way. When I turned 25, I promised myself that I’d be able to lay out some competent jazz solos by age 35. Now that I’m 28, I figured it was time to get started on that goal. I’ve been taking lessons for about a month now, and have been practicing for about 2. I can play a beginner’s arrangement of Beethoven’s 7th, 2nd movement fairly decently.
Hachem Shmachem.

http://www.the-playground.com/astronaut

Those last couple of posts were a little too nerdy for my tastes. I’d hate to have someone stumble across this web site and think I was all into video games or something.
So… let’s see… My friend Zibble is having a party tonight. You’re all invited.

I’ve started playing City of Heroes. My hero’s name is The Mean Mommy. He’s a skinny little feller, like I used to be. His war cry is, “Do your chores, SUCKA!@#”
The game is fun, but not as crazy-cool as I thought it would be. It’s just a D&D game, but you pretend to be a super hero. You still act just like a D&D character, though. I don’t remember ever seeing any super heroes cast healing spells on each other. Also, the game would be far more exciting if you could battle each other, or be more effectively annoying.
No, my hero does not carry snap-pops. He can, however, chuck a handful of caltrops on the street. Caltrops are little metal thingamajiggies designed to slow down my enemies. I guess they’re the next best thing.
I will post pictures of The Mean Mommy once I nab a decent screen shot. Super-villains, and children of super-villains, beware.