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I swear that the channel, AMC, is absolutely the best candy for a movie fanatic. You've got 2201: A Space Oddessey, Fatal Attraction, Do the Right Thing, and so on. For me, I've never even seen one of these fine films I have just mentioned even if they represent a time I remember all too well, when movies were made for the beauty over whether they would make money. In case you don't know, AMC stands for American Movie Classics. At least, I *think* the "C" stands for that.

So, what movie had me make a later than usual entry? The Octagon! Holy shit do we have something I have a secret love for, ninjas. Not only were there ninjas but also Chuck Norris, before he decided to devote himself the finer pleasures of chasing down drunken rednecks on that pesky CBS channel.

Isn't it funny how times have changed? It seemed like our action heroes suddenly had to have a 2% bodyfat ration but good ol' Chuck is sitting in a bar drinking a scotch (or 2) plus having sex with some girl that is possibly a terrorist. All of this takes place right before heading out to fight a band of ninjas in the octagon. Oh, and Chuck has a half-brother that just so happens to be heading all these bad ninjas.

Man, if they ever had a place to sign up on ninja training, get me asap! The dude that Chuck has to fight right before his half-brother has the most impressive costume for a ninja, half-Arabian prince mixed with good old Japanese silken martial arts jete (I *think* this is the Japanese word for it). Yes, I was such a fanatic for ninjas and all that as I wish away to a world that I am obviously too loopy for.

Before you ask, yes, I have seen American Ninja with Michael Dudikoff, like, oh, 30 to 40 times and it gets better every fucking time I see it. Looks like someone needs a tranquilizer.

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So, Indiana? Funny how it reminds me of being 15 or so. Here I was with Sara in the downstairs area watching Bill Maher's Real Time show. He is our god that preaches only the truth and helps us to realize that being cynical is good. You don't know how many times I felt bad about questioning things til I found Bill.

Anyway, Sara, as she so amazingly does, wraps her legs around me to pull me towards her. Much kissing happens until her mother comes down the stairs. There is nothing quite like seeing a woman rush up the stairs when realizing that she just might have come unto something only Cinemax would be showing.

As I was explaining to Sara, it would be amusing if she and I were 15 as this would happen. Dad with gun pointed in my direction as I am ushered out the door for "foolin' around" with his daughter would be a giggle. There is nothing quite like being escorted by the father as a huge smile is on my face.

To be truthful, Sara and I were just kissing after a session with Bill Maher. It could be that a major brainstorming in which the subject is how bad our president is gets us all hot. Are we the only ones that go through this? Or are there other young'uns playing tonsil hockey after a debate between smart people that just so happen to think conservatives suck?

Good gawd, I got a giggle when someone mentioned how seeing donkey penises reminds her of me.

One of the most amazing things about Sara's town is how a short walk across the bridge brings you into the next one. The bridge, itself, is so impressive with its light display as you walk along the constantly changing colors. You may start out with blue but end up with a deep red while the occasional couple sits together. Yes, there is romance in Sara's feelin' me up as we walk.

The funny thing is that Sara and I have finally gotten better in walking together. It's taken us a while to get in tune to each other's walking style along with the speed. You ever notice how some couple can just match each other's stride? Well, ours was a bit like a chaotic salamander with its tail cut off in that we'd dart in different directions. That walk along the bridge had me time to Sara's beat perfectly.

Good gravy! Some of you spent a long time looking at the pictures Sara and I put up. That, actually, means a lot to me. Hopefully, there will be more since I want to show some more people from my life of weirdness. I swear that certain people can change how you look at things. For me, Bald-O was that person. My only issue is that only 1 person had the balls to say anything about the pictures. C'mon, Sara spent some major time on these.

And so I leave you with the weirdness of Massachussets. A teacher sent sexually explicit photos of herself to a student of hers along with making a sex tape with him. How many wanna bet that that kid is THE shit? It's kind of weird for me to think about since I just cannot look at nuns in that way. Beneath those outfits is the gateway to something worse than hell. Women without a sexual release are dangerous when trifled with.

Hmmm.......but my high school teachers? I'm all for older women but the ones reeking of chalkdust or a major fashion mistake just don't draw any type of wood from me. Where they find this type of blonde for the education system beats me. As my mom and I discussed in the past, a big butt is a given when it comes to the teaching profession. Rappers really ought to start putting those in the education profession to work for their videos. Worked for Van Halen.

So, I bid all adieu as I fight to sleep as I know it will be a challenge. Too many things creep into my mind as the unknown is about to be known. I'll explain later. G'night.

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