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Archive for October, 2008
Pepsi’s got a brand new bag – er, can! Complete with a new logo and everything. I like the simplistic look, but I don’t know how I feel about the lettering. I feel like it’s missing something. And it kinda reminds me of the generic Target-brand design (which I can’t seem to find a picture of right now, but the next time you’re there, you’ll see…). I dunno. I’ll reserve my final judgment for when I actually see it sometime early next year.
I’m sorry that I haven’t really been around much lately. But I have both good AND bad news. I usually try to give bad news first and end on a good note but, in this case, the bad news is the result of the good.
Anyway, the GOOD news is, the nineonethree here has been blocked at work! Why is that good news? Because it means that SOMEBODY’S been paying enough attention to it that, in the spirit of sucking ALL the fun and life outta your nine-to-five, my employer-of-the-week felt the need to block it. Thus putting this nonsensical blog o’ mine among the likes of any porn site you can think of, and eBay! That’s some good company.
But now for the bad news. Since I can’t access this piece at work, the time that I have to dabble in it is severely handicapped. Waiting for a user’s computer to reboot or waiting for large file transfers provided great opportunities for me type out the crap that spins around in my head all day. And Kayla takes up most of my home time so it’s tough to do much there. For now, you may just have to put up with my priorities. I’ll do what I can though, and I’m sure you’ll be fine.
Until next time…!
The “new and improved” Maverick arrived just in time to see the “original” Maverick fizzle and fade away!
In typical “maverick” fashion, Maverick William Anderson “felt the need for speed” and busted through the “danger zone” ahead of schedule this morning at “o-nine-hundred-hours-and-seventeen-minutes”. He was an itty bitty, nay, “stealthy” 4 lbs., 14 oz., and 18 inches long.
Lisa Anderson “right here” is recovering just fine. And Iceman — er, Maverick — will be raising shenanigans “SouthSIIIDE-style” in no time! Meanwhile, I’ll be here making Top Gun references. Over and over again.
(Me so funnae!)
Quarantine is your standard issue zombie (ish) movie. Amateur filmmaker and happy-go-lucky tag-a-long Angela (Jennifer Carpenter, The Exorcism of Emily Rose) and a slew of police and firefighters are called to investigate a rabies-like disease that takes over the residents of an apartment building that ends up on lockdown to prevent the spread of said disease. Horrifying hijinks and running up the stairs when you should be running down them ensues.
First, this is NOT a horror movie. It’s a thriller. We’ve been over this time and time again. But I still love these kinds of movies. I can’t help it. They’re usually all about the same. They usually have a very thin plot (at best). They usually get poo poo’d by the high and mighty snooty snoots. But not this guy. This guy can’t get enough.
Quarantine doesn’t have a long, drawn out “story” behind it. The acting leaves a lot to be desired. It plays the now cliché first-person-handheld-camcorder card a la The Blair Witch Project and Cloverfield. Everything you’d expect to happen, happens. Yeah, it’s pretty bad. And I love it! But again, I’m biased. J
