Apparently watching tv. And more tv. Getting pale and fat. Sleeping. Hold off ladies, I'm not through. More tv. Okay, now I'm through. Come get me, you lucky girls.
I'd like to see my feet again. I've been told losing weight will do that. May have to check into that.
I like second-hand music. I often drive close to all different ethnicities, so as to hear the music from their stereos.
Tommy Boy, Happy Gilmore, Billy Madison, Braveheart, Gladiator, American Beauty, Old School, Shawshank Redemption, Usual Suspects, Seven, Crimson Tide, Fallen, Bring It On, Lord of the Rings trilogy, Zoolander, Kicking and Screaming (the indie, not the Will Farrell one, though to I do like Will Farrell, just haven't seen that one), Any Which Way You Can (Horrible Movie but they filmed it in Jackson, Wyoming and my parents are extras in it. And no, neither one of them is the monkey), 40 Year Old Virgin, Wedding Crashers, Knocked Up, are you still reading this? Stop.
Nothing until the greedy fucks from AMPTP relent and give a small percentage of their billions to the people responsible for creating the projects that made them rich.
I haven't read a book in far too long. Though I have 5 sitting next to my bed waiting to be read. A Confederacy of Dunces, Blink, A Million Little Pieces (is that right?) American Gods and one other book by Neil Gaiman (no, not Neil Diamond).
The Show