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Friday, January 28, 2005

Brian Spilner

I got railed on by Smeagol yesterday, who somehow got my phone number on the internet or something. So here I am today blogging about all this mickey-mouse bullsquash, of which I don't have time for. Anyway, I found out yesterday that I have an uncanny ability to forsee what movies are going to be made into sequels. I used my divination skills and predicted that a new The Transporter movie was going to be made as well as...I can't remember any of the other ones, but it was like an infinity of other movies.

So, today at work the whole company except for me was invited to breakfast at a hotel downtown. What a great way to start the weekend, shut out from the party. Oh well, I didn't have to come in to work till 9:30. It was awesome to the max. That means the day is pretty much already over. The only bad part is that I didn't get paid for 3 hours yesterday and 2 hours today so I'm down for the week. Oh well, it's only money and as long as we have enough for rent and italian take-out I'm fine.

This weekend, I'm going to play videogames till I can't see or hear anymore that's how much I want to play videogames. I'm going to play Half Life 2 again and Max Payne 2 and Zelda and Dawn of War and Gorilla.bas and Animal Crossing. Actually, I'll probably end up playing for a couple hours spread over 3 days, but that's the way it is when you have twins.

Frumix doesn't like me anymore. He called yesterday, somehow triangulating my position with some magic electronics or something and got my number, but he called and started cussing at me for no reason. So I said Frumix'x, lets just play Diablo2 and forget our troubles. He's all like "Where's the money?" So I was all like Whatever and then the hot chick was like Sweetbees.

1 Comments:

Blogger Jules said...

Transporter 2: the Watermelon Picker.

January 28, 2005 at 4:23 PM

 

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