fuckin' A

while i was at the allergist today, i weighed myself, just to see if my pants really are getting looser or if i'm imagining it.

i'm not imagining it. i'm down to 200 pounds, from a high of somewhere around 220 in mid-december. woohoo! i'd like to thank the academy, and my parents, and my agent, and... uh... well, no. actually, i'd like to thank myself for finally giving enough of a shit to get off my fat ass and do something about it. i'm not doing that much, just eating less and going for a 20-minute walk several times a week, but compared to my previous routine of eating anything i wanted, whenever i wanted, and getting no exercise at all, it's making a big difference.

and now, i must go do the happy weight loss dance. and laundry.

cyanoacrylate

at the age of 35, i am still bitterly disappointed that Krazy Glue(tm) isn't nearly as dangerous as it was made out to be. as a child i was never able to glue my fingers together such that i couldn't pry them apart with relative ease. and i tried, believe me, i tried.

on the other hand, it works beautifully for gluing beer bottles to the ceiling, as my friend Chris, the drummer, later proved.

i still wouldn't put it in my eye or anything, mind you.

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whoever first told the tale of Sisyphus must've done a lot of laundry.

Made

i rented "Made" last night. i can't tell whether it was any good or not, because Vince Vaughn's character was so fucking annoying that i fast-forwarded through all his scenes rather than claw my own ears off while shrieking "SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST... SHUT... UP!!!!"

if i ever meet anyone like that, i'm going to kill them immediately.