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Friday, July 02, 2004
Why no updates, Mr. Writer-Head?
I'm on vacation, that's why. Yep, honeymoon and then a vacation two months later. I feel like a Kennedy.
We were supposed to go to water Valhalla, the Schlitterbahn waterpark on Wednesday, but it was stormy, so we did romantic things instead like opening up a joint checking account and shopping for socks.
Now we're about to hit the beach at South Padre Island and no, you can't come. This trip is only for sexy married folks who find ways to argue about who's supposed to be driving and who's nagging whom worse. Oh yeah. It's paradise, man.
We just saw Fahrenheit 9/11 and I'm sure you've got plenty of opinions on the subject yourself, so I won't add to the cacophony, but I will say that watching that movie is the nicest way of getting punched hard in the stomach I can imagine. I felt a little woozy and depressed throughout and afterward. I can't imagine someone, even an ardent Michael Moore basher, not feeling at least a twinge of emotion and confusion after seeing the film.
Let's see, what else... still reading From Hell which is Hellabrilliant. It's making my brain spin in like six directions, two more than normal. The bro is still finishing up a new Space Monkeys comic that we hope to unveil next week.
So, go have a good 4th if I don't talk to you before them. I'm gonna go get some sand in my crack.
by Omar G. at 1:31 AM
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Mr. and Mrs. Li'l Floaty Omie Head say goodnight to the club where they met and got engaged in the XL Blog this week.
This entry reminded me of some of the things I wrote about Miguel's for ".gina" some years ago.
by Omar G. at 3:42 PM
Monday, June 28, 2004
The Monday Randoms
Peenya Calada continues to insist on the merits of Bad Santa: Maybe I was a little harsh because there are pockets of tiny moments of humor in the film to be found, indeed, the way you might find a nickel or a blackened old penny deep in the folds of your college futon mattress. I don't have a comments section here, so I'm depending on you, good readers, to go debate the merits (and the spectacular debits) of the film on her Melee blog. Let the debate begin. I sincerely hope those of you who spent $20 on the DVD last week and were less than fully satistfied will let her know. Maybe she'll paypal you back some of what you paid for it.
What's up over at Plaintive Wail? Did it get hacked? The Whois reveals the domain name has not been ganked, thank goodness for small favors, but... what's up? Who's in3rc3pt0r? I hope this is stee doing some Web performance art and that his site hasn't been harmed because of some jackass l33ters of whatever the fuck they call themselves.
Yes, I did squeal a tiny little girlie squeal when they ended last night's Six Feet Under with Radiohead's "Lucky." Not just played it, but ended the whole episode with Claire blasting it out of her window over an extended ensemble scene. Nice. As if I needed another reason to love the show (and it balances out the pointless Brenda segments that belong on a whole other spinoff show called Six Men Under Brenda).
by Omar G. at 12:46 PM
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Help, with books
Wanna be a better person? Of course you do. Look at you. You're awful. I saw what you put in that woman's drink. I know what you did last summer.
Improve your karma and get whiter teeth: Donate to Pamie's second-annual San Diego Book Drive. Use the Internet for good purposes instead of evil for once in your miserable existence. The kids will love you for it. It's even got its own Cool Kids blog.
by Omar G. at 1:53 PM
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