I always put a title after I type the entry.

I don't have much to say. Well, nothing important anyway.

Sometimes I forget this blog exists, then I'll remember and it doesn't really bother me. It could get deleted tomorrow and I wouldn't care much.

I might go create a new one or I might not.

The truth is create posts with very little reason behind them. Even when I'm writing about a movie I love, it's not really because I want you to see it particularly badly...so I don't know why I do it.

I'm sick and getting a little more sick I think. My throat is raw, I'm coughing up tons of shit and my chest is congested and heavy with god knows what.

It's not pretty. I guess I had it coming, my mom is getting over something similar.

I finally got to see The Darjeeling Limited and it was as entertaining as I'd hoped. (see, here I go again) sometimes if you sit back and really look at a Wes Anderson film you find they are quite...hell, I don't even know the word... It's like they are empty, but not empty at all.

A lot of people like to call them boring and ask silly questions like "what was the point of this movie?"

Me, they touch me in such a weird, weird way. They feel natural and they feel awkward at the very same time. They are funny and sad and often a completely perfect bittersweet mix.

I've been bad at checking other peoples blogs lately, and myspace pages and facebook pages. I've been lazy at checking everything online that I usually check and as a result I guess I sometimes feel a little left behind and out of the loop.

It doesn't really bother me, though. I think I left that loop behind long ago. I guess I just find it kinda annoying that so much of peoples lives are online and I have to sort through junk just to find out what's up with my friends and family.

I guess that's the world we live in.

So Matthew Good concert coming up, I guess Tracy got some tickets and hopefully got me one.

I am excited because according to his site it's a full band show and not just a solo tour. I loved the acoustic concerts I've seen, but you can't beat the energy and feel of a full band sound.

Okay, I just pulled this post out of my ass and now I'm all out.

movie review number 1012... or: another post you don't care about.

Yesterday I finally watched The King Of Kong.

If you'd have asked me if I thought a documentary about guys setting high scores in Donkey Kong would be entertaining I might have told you "yes, to a degree" but the movie far exceeded my expectations. So much so that I really think people who don't know anything about games or Donkey Kong will still enjoy it for the story it tells.

It's about Billy Mitchell the proclaimed Best gamer alive and a challenger "nobody" Steve Wiebe who tries to take his bitch ass down and set a new world record. Nerdy? sure. A little silly? perhaps... but fucking entertaining? fo sho.

It's strange that such a film could touch upon all emotions like it did. There are a few guys in the movie I literally wanted to punch to death for being such douche bags and there are times of tension and excitement (seriously, over a game of Donkey Kong, I know...) but it really ends up being a story about the underdog trying to take down this Empire and become the best in the world and how he gets screwed over along the way.

I want to buy a DK machine off of ebay now so I can cram a massive high score down Billy Mitchell's throat.

But then I remember how fucking hard and frustrating that game is, so maybe not.

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this morning I was doing my usual checking of websites that matter and I came across Matt Good's latest entry and was more or less a little dumbfounded at how much I relate to it.

No, I'm not a musician. But the general feel of it... Really, if I didn't have to worry about working, one day would melt into another and It would be very hard for me to tell them apart.

It's not that I don't like going out with friends every now and then, because I do. I also love seeing films in the theater, sometimes that's the only reason I can see to go out.

To be entertained and lost in something for two hours is good enough for me. I'm sure that is when I feel most content.

At home, it's sleep, maybe some games, a movie, sleep, write and so on.

I guess it can almost sound depressing and sometimes I wonder if what I'm missing out there is something important.

I often get reminded that it really isn't, though. I wonder why trips to Best Buy and other stores often feel like chores. I think it is indeed the people. People in general make me uncomfortable.

I've never been a social person. I couldn't imagine standing or sitting around at a party. Well, I can imagine it. I'd be off in some corner smiling politely when I felt the need and checking my watch every 40 seconds. That reminds me of every wedding reception I've ever been to. It's supposed to be fun and laid back and a party, but it isn't. It's awkward and boring and completely foreign.

And the bit about small talk? jesus. That doesn't even exist to me and other people trying it out on me is often just as useless. Not that it makes me mad or anything. I just sometimes literally don't know how to respond or even see the point in doing so.

People sometimes ask what I did all day, or on my time off and the answer is almost always "nothing" because nothing is what I am most comfortable with. Nothing is everything to me and probably always will be.

I don't write off human interaction all together. I know it can be important and in my own way I try my best to keep in touch and be a friendly guy.

Strangely enough, I don't know that I'd consider myself "socially awkward" I actually believe I can read people pretty well. I know what I can and cannot get away with saying to certain people and I'm usually careful not to say too much (because this annoys me about other people).

I don't know what it is, kids. It's just me.

That's my pointless post of the month.

(that is a lie, there will surely be more)