The Copasetic Lounge

Between school, homework after school and getting Netflix, my time has considerably shrunk.  On the plus side, I’ve seen alotta movies.  Wonder if my family’s still alive?  or ok?  According to Facebook nobody’s died recently though knowing my family they could’ve but been too lazy to notify me.  Guess I’ll see them when I see them.  Hate the drive and the wife says I get ‘weirded out’ when we visit them.   They do annoy the Hell outta me, but doesn’t all family?  I’ve heard tales of families that get along and love one another unconditionally and I think WTF is that all about???  I don’t think I’d even know what to do with…all that.

NFL is coming.  I’m not ready which makes no sense because all I’ve been doing since last season ended was thinking about this moment in time.  And now as it approaches, I feel not ready.  What if the season tanks?  I can’t handle another 1-15 disaster.  I can’t.  It takes too much of me.  Hope springs eternal, except in my worrisome belly…

Let’s see in the last few weeks I’ve watched Old Dogs, Taking of Pelham 123, The International, Cloudy with a chance of meatballs, Tears of the sun, 2012, District 9, The men who stare at goats, Flirting with disaster,  the proposal, Tales of the black freighter, Paul Blart: Mall cop, and various comedy specials.  It’s amazing to me how some of these ‘films’ ever get greenlit in the first place…

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It all seems  so great.  Like before you eat at a restaurant.  You look at the menu, you’re hungry, you pick and wait in anticipation for the delights of food to come.  Fast forward to afterwards.  Reality kicks in.  You ate, you’re full but …did you enjoy it?  No.  At the time you were throwing the food down, sure, but let’s face it, you were starving.  Anything would’ve gone down great at that point.  Such is preseason football.

It’s all a tease.  A rouse.  A lapdance by a he-she.  You’ve been bamboozled, hoodwinked and whatever else Spike Lee calls it.  The bait and switch has occured and you sat through it.  Pathetic little man…

All I want is my football.  That is not it.  And yet I know this…knew this…continue to know this…and yet will I still tune in next Saturday?  Probably.  I’m an addict without his drug and the cure ain’t getting here until Sept. 12th (I know about the Thursday game on the 9th, but I could give a crap about a Saints-Vikings game).

3 weeks away…

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(I watched it so I might as well expel it from my mind onto paper…the web, whatever)

You know I’m out of it when I find myself watching movies like this on a Sunday afternoon (even if it is dreary outside)…

This movie is…I hate to say…enjoyable (amusing?) for about the first 45 minutes and then the plot and Isla Fisher really start to grate on you.  It’s a tale of our sad, sad times:  ‘A shopping addict (Fisher, who is a twin for Amy Adams, if you ask me) begins working for a financial magazine but as her career skyrockets, she struggles to pay off overwhelming bills — and manage her love life.’

Now, the review.  Hmm.  This one’s tough.  I like Fisher, she has an infectious energy and ‘ain’t bad to look at’ as they say.  The movie’s colorful and looks great.  The male lead isn’t that annoying (which is rare in these rom-coms).  Not sure about the message the movie sends (or is trying to send) that of fiscal responsibility is great but the movie constantly undermines that very same message.

It’s the kind of movie you want to like.  Like a friendly mutt at your feet that just wants you to pet it.  Sorry, pup…you’re adorable but you wore on me.  Sorry…

** 2 astericks out of ***** 5 astericks

If it’s any consolation, you’re much better than insufferable piece of garbage known as 13 going on 30.  Ugh, even thinking about that movie gives me a headache…

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Tomorrow my long…long ‘sabbatical’ comes to an end…and with it…peace.  Mixed bag really, I mean on one hand Thank You, Jesus, it’s over and I can do some thing and interact more with people, but…then let’s face it people can suck and schoolwork definately does.  So yeah…

Where did it all go?  So much beloved time…so much beloved freedom…

It was all in my grasp…and now like sands through one’s fingers at the beach…it’s gone.  Aggravation here we come.

On the upside (which there always is no matter how dark the world seems at the time), we got Netflick.  So yep now I’m the movie guy (well, I always was the movie guy but now I can get ‘caught up’).

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Must remember the serenity prayer (which if yer in AA is quite well-known to you)…

God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.

And so (for now) I leave you with this:

You should never waste your time or energy complaining. Either take positive action, or accept it with serenity.

Now, to follow my own advice…

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I’d like to go off on a rant about how pathetic this is…the unretiring/retiring mess, the stringing along of the Vikings organization and fans…blah, blah, blah.  I’m tired of Favre saga.  I really am.

ugh.  ’nuff said…

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Tim Tebow of the Broncos looks to pass during the preseason game against the Bengals, who won 33-24.  He did display his trademark athleticism and ability to improvise during his NFL debut, rushing for a fourth quarter touchdowns and completed 8 of 13 passes for 105 yards.  On his seven-yard score, he bulled into the end zone.

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It’s funny how when the regular season ends the same cycle happens every year:

1. The playoffs start:  I swear I will not watch a lick because my team’s not in them.  I get bored/curious/root against my hated teams (Jets, Patriots, Colts, Steelers, Cowboys, Saints {they’re new on the list….smug bastards…}) and watch every single game.  I chide myself.
2. The Super Bowl:  I, at this point, publicly, loudly exclaim (to anyone who will listen) that I am boycotting the big game.  I intend to, but I am sabotaged by the wife, who breaks solidarity and puts the game on next to me.  Next thing you know, I’m watching it.  I chide myself.
3. The NFL Draft:  I watch every minute til total boredom and irrelevance occurs.  Hope springs eternal!
4. Post-Draft/Pre pre-season: At first depression, then slowly I forget about how many days are remaining until the preseason starts. It really sneaks up on you, it’s amazing really…
5. The Regular Season: True Christmas, true bliss, truly the most wonderful time of the year.  Every Sunday is awesome.  I imagine it’s the feeling women get when the go to the mall with an unlimited spending limit and everything is on sale…

Padma makes everything better…

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The hitch?  It comes out Nov. 5th.  Not..good…

I’m not watching the likes of Eat, Pray, Love and if you do see me there, please please put a bullet squarely in my brain.  Same goes for The Expendables as if I’m watching that, I’ve lost…my damn…mind…

Scott Pilgrim is at best a ‘video’ rental (do people actually rent videos any more?  It’s 2010), Piranha 3-D is downright pathetic (for shame Hollywood…for shame…{facepalm}), The Switch might be ok, but wait Jennifer Aniston is in it (Beware Will Robinson!!!), Going the Distance is laughable (at not with) same goes for Machete, Resident Evil 20 (3-D), Saw 23(3-D),  Wall Street 2:  the fall of Michael Douglas’ career, That Facebook movie The Social Network (to be followed shortly by Twitter:  The Movie!), Secretariat (the sequel to Seabiscuit, I think), Jackass 3-D:  The End of Time, and Paranormal Activity 2, for those who didn’t fall asleep watching the first one.

Fingers crossed 2011 won’t be as bad.  can it?

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God must really love this guy…

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     Most days not much happens.  Yesterday was jam packed.  I saw The Other Guys.  Walked in the insane heat outdoors.  Sweat so bad that both the front and back of my shirt was soaked (that’s never good) a half hour later.  Went to the Outback the steak house not the real one.  Man, that place is awesome.  I had a half-order of cheese-fries and a 6 ounce Outback special with a potato and broccoli (you know, to be healthy).  Sure the food’s greasy and probably bad for me, but damn it’s delicious…

    Got shanghaied into going to retail outlet though, that sucked.  Those places are no place for dudes.  The women, however, are in a blissful zombie-like fervor perusing the many racks of clothes.  I bought myself a pair of sneakers and a copy ofIn Brugues.

     All in all a pretty full day.

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