TJ's Corner

I've neglected my Vox blog. What a terrible thing to do. I've decided to retool it a bit over the next week or so. Whew. I've really been gone for a bit.

I watched Winter Passing last night. It's decent but not spectacular. Ed Harris gives a passable performance as a drunken writer. I've known a number of writers and to listen to Hollywood, all are drunks.That's not true. Well. Not entirely.

Some people have the charm of Detroit. Not that I'm looking for charm. Truth is I'm about as charming as the Gaza Strip. Still, in those few moments when people don't annoy me, it's a bit of a drag to read something by a complete and utter ass-hat.

Avoiding the inevitable onslaught of put-downs, instead I attempt to read their material again, thinking that perhaps said zygote is simply having a bad day. Alas, it's not true. Obviating the need to disgorge a flurry of words in reply I simply don't visit the garbage dump  blog again. T'is simpler.

Mountain Dew has enough sugar to choke a mule or Oprah. Color me surprised at the exact amount, but damn. Rarely have I purchased a dew and now, after looking at the test tubes of sugar, you can bet I'll stick to diet drinks.

Damn Dew.

Thoughts compiled while sitting through a horrendous film:

• Netflix could reach a near state of perfection if they delivered a great meal with the movies. It's an idea.
• Small cars that affix a large exhaust pipe to the ass end have their place; over a cliff.
• Cheese. Yes, I would like some cheese. That's no Gouda..

Watched The Constant Gardener. It stank.

I'm blogging my ass off today for a variety of reasons:

1. I'm actually cooking something in the slow cooker.
2. I didn't want to mingle with anyone today.
3. I've got "Blogititis", meaning that everything I look at makes it's way into a blog.

My other blog is updated frequently as well but this happens when I'm not writing for publication. It's a fix. Thus, blogging fulfills the need for verbiage. Words appear at my fingertips as if conjured by some force unknown to me. As soon as I direct my attention to something that pays all of this will stop. I'll stare at the screen, sweat forming, leg shaking, trying to vomit one word. Won't happen.

Life.

I stopped to pick up some Egg Bread at the market and stumbled upon an idiot and his girlfriend. It seems that young "Biff" thought he would show off for his young love by pretending to be an adult male. This was humorous in more ways than one. He acted haughty with the cashier who promptly embarrassed him by talking smack right back at him. This unnerved Biff. He clearly had no practice when it came to people talking back to him. As he attempted an arrogant recovery the cashier on the next aisle reprimanded him for sitting his bag of ice on her checkout counter. He looked around, desperate to find someone that he could admonish or at least stare at to recover some of his lost manhood.. His eyes briefly met mine but he quickly looked away. It seems I've that effect on phony tough guys. Especially when I'm in a hurry to get home.

Biff and his girlfriend left, no doubt hearing the echo of laughter. I can only assume he got into his Dad's BMW, swiftly telling the story of how he once stepped on a roach when the maid was out of town.

Shaving my head turns out to be a good decision. It reduces drag so that when the sunroof is open I get better gas mileage. Working out is easier. I move faster without the hair. Hygiene wise, it's a great decision because hair stinks after a good hard workout and those germs are atrocious; maybe Ebola is hiding up there. (Ebola is a virus but I used it anyway)

I'll save tens of dollars on hair care products but that might be offset by the number of band-aids applied to my scalp. People say I look younger but I don't really need that; I'm young enough. People do like touching a shaved head. I'll admit that I allow women to touch my head. Even in the grocery store. Produce is a good section. "No, leave the orange alone, touch my head instead."

I've always kept my hair short but the shaved look is new. I like it. For now.

I'm single so watching movies (Netflix is my Crack) is great enjoyment. If I'm not out, at night I drop down on the couch, cue up a (hopefully) good movie, and relax. Other than sex and exercise, few things give me more pleasure than a good movie.

I've found that Netflix is an excellent source for foreign movies. Hey, I like movies from every part of the world, even Oregon, and a good German flick is as enjoyable as a Hollywood blockbuster. That's why I can't understand people who refuse to open their minds to other possibilities. Not just in movies, but in life.

There are things that I won't try (Watching American Idol, Eating green peas, Listening to Wham) but not because I'm stubborn. The next time you rent a movie try something different. You might find you like it. (But whatever you do never rent Sphere-shitty movie from start to finish.)