It's Only Thursday??

Last night's highlight was watching War of the Worlds... which I can't say is much of a highlight, but now that I've seen it, I feel compelled to kind of crap on it. I think a more appropriate title for the film would be "Dakota Fanning's Scream." I think Wes Craven would be a tad pissed off if that actually became the title though.

Much like The Day After Tomorrow, I found myself wishing for the main characters to die, like they would if it wasn't a happy ending script. I was kinda glad when the idea of the son, Robbie, was killed in the giant incinerating explosions over the hill... but as it turns out... he's still bleedin' alive!

The movie was actually quite cool at the beginning... I thought to myself, hey... if I keep watching the special effects and not concentrate on Tom Cruise's irritating persona, this might actually be a decent flick. Nope... as it turns out, that giant horseshoe he has up his ass (especially for knocking up Katie Holmes), was written into his character's ass, seemingly never to come out in the return to reality. I mean, if these aliens are here to exterminate, wouldn't you think they'd sweep their super-cool death ray, instead of pinpoint accuracy around, but not on our protagonist? Hollywood chalks up another boner of a movie.

It actually probably would have been better to call it War of the Religons... and all crazy Scientologists could go... HA! See... aliens!! You disbelievers should have read the science-fiction/truth of L. Ron Hubbard... hate to say we told you so. Then when all the aliens die of the microorganisms of the Earth, then all non-Scientologists hang Tom Cruise for being so damn cocky. Now that'd be a movie worth seeing.

Ahhhhh... that felt really good.

Otherwise, the evening consisted of a couple sandwiches, a few beers, some horrible incense and a small nap. That's it.

That Indian incense that Jen had goin' on in the house when I got home from work... errrr bleck. I mean, so pungent that you could taste it in your mouth. I would guess that she was smoking some dope in the house before I got there, but that would be an unsubstantiated accusation. She is just that odd. Maybe one of the animals made a giant mess in the house and it really stunk... who knows? As soon as I got in though, I dropped my bag off and went to the liquor store for a 6-pack to let the air clear. Once I got home, I pretty much just barricaded myself in with my computer and hung out for a while. Then falling asleep for maybe a half hour. Nothing major. Then bothered Chris for War of the Crap... watched that... went to bed. Done and dusted.

This morning, one rush job that'll be on the go. Then another smaller one, which won't take me too long. And I'll finish a third one that isn't due until Monday, but if it's off my plate, I need not worry about it for too long.

Out to Langdon tonight. Go find myself some cheap gas tonight, pick up my mail, see if I can get the pump on my windshield wiper fluid to work again, play some ball, possibly have a beer with Benny, if he's home in good time from working late.

My back is feeling a tad better again this morning. It's not quite as bad as before... but it's still not really close to 100%. This chair at work doesn't seem to be helping me at all. I do feel the most discomfort when I'm sitting in it. I think I'll have to stretch it out a bit more later.

And a quick poker update... I'm not doing so well of late. A 50-cent buy-in and dollar buy-in game were lost yesterday and then a 60-cent multi-table tourny ended in shambles when the cards just didn't add up to much. Dammit. I'm almost at my lowest point since starting again.