WHEN: September 8th, 10:20pm EST, 2012

WHERE: Number 8

FORMAT: DVD on Teletraan 1 via my computer

COMPANY: None

PHYSICAL AND MENTAL STATE: Fuck.

REACTIONS OF NOTE:

  • Well, looks like I somehow managed to put the subtitles on, fuck it, 20 seconds into a movie is too far to go back and change it.
  • Fuck Christof.
  • Fuck Hannah Gill.
  • Fuck Louis Coltrane.
  • In case I don’t see you, good afternoon, good evening, and go fuck yourself.
  • Fuck Pluto.
  • Fuck the light
  • Fuck Classical Clive and his fucking morning drive.
  • Fuck Dog Fancy.
  • Fuck Kaiser and his chicken.
  • Fuck Fiji.
  • Fuck Lawrence.
  • Fuck Wells Park.
  • Fuck Harbor Island.
  • Fuck the ferry.
  • Fuck the Chef’s Pal.
  • Fuck golf… wait, I like golf.
  • Fuck itchy feet.
  • Fuck Fiji, again.
  • Fuck the beach… well, the beach in Seahaven.
  • Fuck flashbacks.
  • Fuck sailing in a tiny boat in rough weather.
  • Fuck drowning fake fathers.
  • Fuck very specific spots of rain.
  • Fuck The Dream Machine 2.
  • Fuck parking garages.
  • Fuck Dog Fancy, again.
  • Fuck homeless fake fathers.
  • Fuck the bus.
  • Fuck a businessman and a woman with a little dog that came out of nowhere.
  • Fuck being an only child.
  • Fuck trunks.
  • Fuck fixing the mower.
  • Fuck macaroni.
  • Fuck the new Elk Rotary.
  • Fuck a Truman Bar.
  • Fuck the memory of her.
  • Fuck flashbacks… again!
  • Fuck the Seahaven Seahorses.
  • Fuck the trumpet.
  • Fuck falling and being a klutz.
  • Fuck being a 20th Century Boy.
  • Fuck finals.
  • Fuck the parking lot of a college library.
  • Fuck sand dunes.
  • Fuck station wagons.
  • Fuck shock therapy, hypnotherapy.
  • Fuck FIJI.
  • Fuck the “Best Of” tape.
  • Fuck patchwork pictures that do not really look like the people that they are supposed to represent.
  • Fuck radios that do not fucking glitch out like that.
  • Fuck props and their coffee.
  • Fuck changing frequencies.
  • Fuck not going to work.
  • Fuck almost getting hit by a bus.
  • Fuck remodeling.
  • Fuck reporting you.
  • Fuck that guy on the ladder.
  • Fuck Goodies.
  • Fuck fake birthdays.
  • Fuck sunsets that do not work like that.
  • Fuck photo albums.
  • Fuck a certain person’s birthday.
  • Fuck that bowl of cherries.
  • I like that radio.
  • Fuck surgery on elevator accident victims.
  • Fuck bicycles.
  • Fuck hospital shelves that move and have bowls that are filled with dry ice and smoking.
  • Fuck travel agencies.
  • Fuck the bus.
  • Fuck the lady.
  • Fuck flowers.
  • Fuck that dented Beetle.
  • Fuck charcoal.
  • Fuck going to Fiji.
  • Fuck going now.
  • Fuck gambling.
  • Fuck traffic.
  • Fuck same road, no cars.
  • Fuck slowing down.
  • Fuck the bridge.
  • Fuck fire.
  • Fuck doing it again.
  • Fuck being welcome.
  • Fuck running in the woods.
  • Fuck Mococoa.
  • Fuck the many choices that the Chef’s Pal gives you.
  • Fuck being fed lines.
  • Fuck fake fathers coming back from being fake dead.
  • Fuck Trutalk.
  • Fuck call-ins
  • Fuck a new love interests.
  • Fuck going to “2” and fuck it being ready for me to go to it.
  • Fuck sleeping.
  • Fuck cleaning up garbage.
  • Fuck zooming in.
  • Fuck rumors that he is dead.
  • Fuck that cat.
  • Fuck extras and primaries.
  • Fuck night-vision goggles.
  • Fuck the sun.
  • Fuck short base wide angle cameras.
  • Fuck the Santa Maria.
  • Fuck being in insurance.
  • Fuck localizing the storm over him.
  • Fuck increasing the wind.
  • Fuck capsizing him.
  • Fuck crashing into the fake sky.
  • Fuck the Jesus symbolism that is way to0 fucking heavy-handed.
  • Fuck stairs.
  • Fuck a door with felt over it so that we do not know that there is actually something behind the threshold.
  • Fuck the stairs in Sylvia’s place.
  • Fuck the water in that bath tub.
  • I miss TV Guide.

THOUGHTS:

I did not want to watch this movie this week. Fuck it. I had such a good week last week that I have been more than a little mopey this week. I miss My Lady and I miss being around her. I do not want to watch a soulless movie that was not made for any real reason. It does not contribute culturally, comically, or thematically to society. Fuck, even The Expendables had a goal of making money.

We are not just doing this for the money…

This movie caught me at the worst time. Fuck this movie.