-Blade: Trinity

Bear with me here for I have been in front of the TV for over 4 hours straight all due to my insistent need to catch up on Veronica Mars and Blade: Trinity. Right at this fucking moment, I have Blade's soundtrack playing in my head and a mighty fine one it is!

I'll be damned if you find a song that just rips you to pieces with its hella delicious slow bass that just suddenly springs out of nowhere to bash your fucking head in. Oh, that was when Whistler's daughter starts loading the arrows in, huh? Again, bear with me here for 3/4 through Blade: Trinity there is a song that just brings me to life.

Obviously, I need the soundtrack.....

Yes, I, the person that hates to sit in front of a TV for over 2 hours (unless we are watching a Lord Of the Rings flick or a Cubs baseball game), lay on my ass with no desire to move much. I'm sure parts were surging for me to work out or absorb myself in another Dragon Lance but I had other plans. My love of the Blade films was calling and, Sara, the first one was the weakest of the trilogy since the next 2 really bring out the jazz, new vampires and some interesting thoughts on vampire lore.

Did I tell you that a werewolf makes an appearance on the alternate ending found on Blade: Trinity? Guess who's got a hard-on!?!?!

Okay, for further information, I am sick. What I caught was something that keeps my chest feeling as if a large pack of Oompa-Loompas are sitting on my chest singing that catchy song found on Charlie And the Chocolate Factory. As much as I love Oompa Loompas and that sweet song I find myself singing every once in a while.........I'd like them TO GET THE FUCK OFF!

Gawd, I have the close to perfect immune system in that I ONLY get colds. That's it. No strep throat. No other infections of any kind. I am the perfect specimen all thanks to my workout building my immunity system to make a dinasour envious. Or was it that damn asteroid that killed them all off? Whatever, I miss 'em and am sure that a wooly mammoth would make a lovely pet after housebreaking. Hundred pound turds do not go with my carpet.

I'm so fucking happy with the latest episode of Veronica Mars that I'm clapping. Yes, clapping! You see, I love mysteries that drive me up the wall with so many twists and turns all while strong characters keep me amused with witty banter. Logan, Veronica, and even the small character of Mac all have me dying for more. More!

Alas, I was tortured at one point. Sara will laugh about this in my mentioning of it while several women will come to my house bearing torches...........

Sara had me watch a Sex And the City episode located on Season 4. I *think* it was Episode 7 on one of the girls' mothers died. As much as I would like to say that watching the Sex And the City episode was horrible, I found it mildly amusing all because of Samantha's decision to try all the sex positions only to succumb to losing her ability to orgasm. Of course, she gets it back since we all know that future episodes just wouldn't be up to par without Samantha riding on top of some fire truck to further explore the hosing system.

As I said, watching the Sex And the City episode was just okay. I didn't find it quite as entertaining as so many women I read here on Diaryland do. No guy I know even has a Season on DVD but you never know. Guys may be shitty about hiding their porn stash because all girls come across it sooner or later. A Sex And the City box set is something he'd have on super secret double probation for owner's use only.

Okay, so I smiled a few times while watching that episode of Sex And the City but in no way will I ever own a set. Damn, I need for Sara to watch more of what makes me get all fuckin' happy faced.

Oh, a warning. If you have a 5.1 Dolby Digital/DTS surround sound system and happen to watch Blade: Trinity, be sure to lock up anything that can fall because my pictures on top of my TV fell along with various other objects as Blade kicked some serious ass, mo'fo's. Yo, da shit was hot!

While doing my cardio today (yes, I work out even when I am sick but it was a light workout), CNN did a segment on bloggers. In case you missed the train, the word stands for internet diaryists. 56% of blogs are owned by females. Most are done by people the age of 24-30 but there is a surge of 12 year olds being added to the mix.

Just what the fuck does a 12 year old have to say!?! Seriously. At that age, I was just learning about how to dodge the nuns that were teaching me in private Catholic school or being completely freaked out when a girl ate her boogers while we waited for recess to end and lunch to begin. Someone just couldn't wait.

Oh, and that just continues to remind me of how wrong it is of Tom Cruise to be out in Rome with Katie Holmes. He's 16 years older but that's not it. It's that Katie continues to have this annoyance with me thanks to how well she played Joey Potter on Dawson's Creek. Why it took me so long to realize how much I despise whininess continues to rattle my brain. Plus, she won't put out until marriage.

I'm guessing Chris Klein just had to get engaged to Katie Holmes but then got totally drunk when he found out that all those years of waiting did not pay off. Guess who got a DUI?

Sex. It's such a little issue that causes so many problems thanks to people not learning to enjoy it. I love it. I lust for it daily and will always put forth a manic amount of energy. There are moments where Sara and I find ourselves in such a frenzy that we forget all that is around us and orgasm with a strong force. Well, that's how we said goodbye, if you must know for my kisses only go in her direction.

It's funny how my mind was dwelling on my paranoia of the Net. Veronica Mars's episode was on something too personal being released while the CNN segment went into blogs as possibly dangerous when read by the wrong people. Somewhere out there a child molestor is crying when he finds out I am a big strapping buck that has the ability to bench press quite a lot and a small time of training in martial arts.

The paranoia kind of got to me and had me think of locking this diary again. I mean, I get people reading me from all over. Somebody at Yale loves me. It's possible that I will lock it again one day but for now, I am happy. So, as soon as Sara finishes the pictures, I will email those that wish to see me where they are.

Sara, a kiss to you since I really need to go to bed now. A big wave to all my buds here on Diaryland since this little boy with some strange creativity is in need of sleep to recover from this cough. Kristine, I will email you tomorrow. Goodnight.

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