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Unfortunately (or thankfully, however you see it), this isn't a metaphor for anything going on in my life.

This is in regards to the movie, starring Charlie Sheen and Kristy Swanson: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109402/ (By the way, the movie poster is positively absurd).

Anyway, The Chase, circa 1994. Good times. Grunge was rising, or dying (Kurt Cobain died in April of that year). YET, this movie has one of the most underrated musician movie cameos ever.

Anthony Kiedis and Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Wiki-quote: " 'The Chase', a 1994 movie starring Charlie Sheen as an estranged man trying to escape the cops with a young woman he kidnapped, had Flea and Kiedis playing metalheads who chase Sheen's character in a 4x4 truck and end up crashing." It's worth seeing simply because if Mr. Kiedis and Mr. Flea (?) didn't make it in music, you could see how being a couple of stoned SoCal metalheads would be a plausible life they make for themselves.

And, just to make sure I credit another notable Kiedis early 90's cameo, he was, in fact, a surfer called Tone (clever!) who fights Keanu Reeves in the cinematic masterpiece 'Point Break.' [WWGBD? - What Would Gary Busey Do? It's gonna catch on.]

This was all over the place. Welcome to my head. Don't mind the mess...

PS I'll try and keep the movie critiques to a minimum but having B-movies playing in the background helps me concentrate on the job search.

My father, in reference to the female host of "Dancing with the Stars"

Ferd: So, who's the gash on the right?

Good night, everyone!

Not even a road, or a boulevard, or a cul-de-sac.

A State Route.

Sweet. So that's where I am right now. The wireless isn't connecting, my sister took my bedroom so that I am living in her old bedroom (dimensions of 11'5" x 9'6") and it's so deathly quiet when I go to sleep the silence is deafening.

But... I'm Italian (and German) so I'll survive. I'm a philosophy major so I'll figure it out (or will I?) And I am a guy so I probably won't ask for help from anyone to make it happen.

PS I always write these things and they seem funnier when I write them. Then I re-read them and realize they are borderline depressing. Therefore...

PPS A woman is talking with her friend and says "My husband came home with a bouquet of flowers last night so it looks like I am gonna have to spend the weekend with my legs spread." Her friend responds "You don't have a vase?" (Taken from Corado Soprano from "The Sopranos" [Added per EVL request])

Okay, King Kong. The 2005 remake, with Jack Black and Naomi Watts.

Why am I mentioning it? Cause it's on HBO right now.

This is my problem...

How are you totally just gonna ignore the process of moving King Kong from this island, that you couldn't even find on a map and stumbled on to by accident, on a half shipwrecked boat, to the middle of Manhattan, and not even mention it in the movie?!?

And I'm spent...

... but I can't.

So, Opening Day of the 2007 season. Yankee baseball begins for a new year. It's a great time. Just... fantastic.

Anyway, our house has this little tradition / plague of, when watching baseball games, drinking a beer an inning. Rules are that you cannot open a beer until the inning begins and the beer must be finished by the time it goes to commercial break by the bottom of the inning. If you don't, you are required to drink an additional penalty beer. All of this must be done by the last out of the game. It's quite a little adventure.

Time Frame:
1:05pm - Yankee baseball starts
2:10pm - Cubs baseball starts (beer an inning is in accordance with this game)
4:05pm - Yankee baseball ends (W, 9-5)
4:16pm - Cubs baseball ends (L, 5-1)
4:18pm - Red Sox baseball starts

This is where things start to go wrong. I think I can keep the ritual going through this game as well. Well... that lasted until the 3rd inning. And this is where things become... how you say... dark.

Skip ahead to 1:15am. I am in my bed, passed out. But something is weird. I feel different.

Conclusion: After verifying with all participants as well as inhabitants of my house and determining that none of them had a part in what I am about to unveil to you, reader, a sense of Huh? + Accomplishment fell over me.

I had managed to shave off half of my goatee over the course of the evening and don't remember doing it.