Back in August in wrote about an encounter with the woman that lives behind my apartment, living single, has a boyfriend that cheated on her, embarrassed myself needlessly.... you can read about it right here.

Last night I head to the bedroom, all ready for some sleep-action when I hear shouting from the apartment behind me. "Hmm" I think to myself, "I guess either the boyfriend is back or she's picked up a new loser." And yeah, I craned my head a bit in an attempt to hear what was being argued about. Sadly it was just all muffled shouting, but it did last at least thirty minutes. 30 minutes! That takes endurance to shout that long at somebody!! I'm guessing this wasn't something about who left the cap off the toothpaste.

The jerk inside of me smiled a tiny bit. "Turn me down, will ya? Haha!"

And then that jerk went to bed alone.

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I realize this blog has taken a bit of a dark tone lately and I'm not really sure why. I guess with the coming of spring I get grouchy. I need to finish Catcher In The Rye and just start my journey into manhood a few decades late.

April in the Sky with Diamonds

Went and did a little shopping today, picked up some needed things for the kitchen and laundry area. Also, splurged on the cat a bit. Nothing much, mind you. Just a cardboard scratching box, it's supposed to be a cheap substitute for more expensive items. Like chairs and door trim. And my chest of drawers.

Anyway, the one I picked up said it was "Packed with SmartyKat Certified Organic Catnip". And I'm sure just about everyone that's owned a cat and has toyed with their feline with catnip has made the comparrison of 'nip to marijuana. Today, I finally saw the inconsistancies of this theory. First off, weed is supposed to make one mellow and mollified. Not so with catnip. I think the "organic" stuff that came with this scratching box was some killer mix of extasy and spanish fly. First, April Cat was just tripping out. I would try to pet on her a bit, but she would tear ass through the apartment, then come back, love on the box some, and then tear off again. Finally, she just came and jumped on my shoulders and started licking the back of my head. And she wasn't just doing it for fun, I mean this cat was going at it. She was on a mission to clear my noggin of any hair. I finally had to shrug her off as she was wearing one spot down and was hurting a bit. By the time I left for work she was listening to Erasure and some how was twirling two glowsticks. Very odd sight.

As I write this, I fortified the box with more catnip and she's biting the box like it's a male tom. Play-biting. Being very coy. To be honest, I feel a little bad, knowing that the 'nip is getting the cat all riled up with no outlet other than a cardboard box to scratch. Which is why she has the chairs and the door trim. And my chest of drawers.

*sigh*

Damn hippie cat...

I knew somebody had to love me....

I am so lucky to have the love of a caring, nurturing person in my life...

Tomorrow is just another Tuesday.

Just had to laugh at this...

Love is a futile thing. If you can find it, great. But chances are it's a facade.
Me bitter? Hahahahaha!
Maybe Patrick will post his feelings about V-Day. It gets truer and truer everytime I read it.

Saved by a Bonnie lass

I've been in a bit of a downer mood past few days. Just not wanting to do anything but avoid life. I get this way about every Valentine's Day or so and this will last a few weeks and eventually pass. Tonight I got a jumpstart on getting past my blues, talked to Brooke and after a few minutes I was feeling better. I really miss my sisters, I wish we could hang out more often.

I guess after I win the Powerball tonight I should give her some of the winnings... :)

***Update***

I did not win the Powerball tonight. Sorry sis.

The Whore of both John Williams and the Son of Jor-El.

First off, I had my wisdom teeth pulled this past Monday. It hurt. Not at the time, but during the past few days of recovery. If I haven't been doped up, I've been a crankybutt to everybody. To that, I apologize. :)

Moving on...

This morning I finally caught the trailer for the Superman Returns movie due out June 30th this year. I was trying to decide if the new score they used was done by John Williams or not. If you're not a movie nerd such as myself, the name of 'John Williams' might not sound familiar, but I can almost guarantee that you've heard his music. The "buh-bum, buh-bum" of Jaws, the trumpets of the start of Star Wars, the pulse-raising score of Indiana Jones, even the music for Harry Potter let you know this wasn't just some kid's movie... the guy has a mile-long list of great music he's done, all geared so specific to the genre on which it was based. I checked out IMDb and as it turns out the only thing they are using is Williams' original main title from the 1978 movie.

This saddens me a bit. It's the most important song, surely, so I should be happy somewhat. I know that while the guy is nearing retirement, I believe he's still got a lot of new stuff in that head of his. Used to be, you could tell it was a William's score just by the horns. When "Jurassic Park" was in the theater, it was obvious that he had scored it. However, when "Catch Me If You Can" came out, and the opening sequence starts with the marumbas and then the light, flirty jazz clarinets play, I was surprised to learn that it was his as well. Which just shows that he can do rousing blockbuster-style fanfare and still bring it back inside a dimly-lit bar with some soft and melodic flutes.

IMDb shows that he is scoring 4 movies alone in 2007, so he's not slowing down, but it makes me scratch my head about the new musical director pick for the new Superman movie. Part of the iconic bundle of Kal-El is that you have the blue tights, the big red "S", the hair curl on the forehead and when you hear the horns at the intro, you know it's the Man of Steel. The 'new' guy is John Ottman, and is far from being new to movie soundtracks. He's done quite a bit himself, and cranked out some good background and title tracks as well. 'The Usual Suspects' and 'X-Men 2' among them. I'm just...well, disappointed.

Maybe I'm getting older, settling into my ways. I want my Indiana Jones to be Harrison Ford forever. I want my Van Halen singer to be Diamond Dave. I want my Coke classic, I want my FedEx spokesman to be that guy that talks fast, I want my MTV and most of all I want my Superman music to be from John Williams, dammit!

Having said all that, I am stoked for the movie to come out. Supes was far and away my favorite hero growing up. Sure, Spider-Man was a dorky kid, so maybe I could have held out for a radioactive spider bite to turn me into a superhero. Batman had to watch both his parents killed, but I wasn't wanting to go that far to be a force against darkness. Supes was just himself. And Superman had it all, speed, strength, that awesome x-ray vision... But to me, his coolness came not from having all those things, but rather from having all those things and not being a dick about it. Clark Kent was never one to boast or brag about what he could do, always subdued and meek. The man was humble to a fault. He didn't use his powers until he had to, and then he used them very well. And he stood for the three things any patriotic person could get behind, "Truth, Justice and the American Way"

Indeed, Kal-El. Indeed.

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