Tuesday, July 26, 2005
G-Strings and Pasties
Today was an interesting day. Well...by interesting, I mean I actually got out of the house and have something to talk to you about besides the fact that summer's almost over and how I don't WANNA GO BACK TO SCHOOL!
Woke up at say...6 in the morning to drive Momma to work on my request. Yeah...I wanted to go see a movie or something. Came home and passed out (after playing with the dogs for a while). Woke up and it was about 3...I couldn't believe it. Watched Case Closed, took a shower, and went on my way.
Momma and I decided to see Fantastic Four and here's my review:
I'm very honestly glad this movie was short. I don't think I could have taken much more of Johnny Storm's cocky ass...and...well...his ass. Er...if you're not big on action movies...it's worth it to see this Chris Evans guy wearing nothing but a g-string. -fans herself- My GOD! I mean...when he "flamed on" it was obvious the boy was wearing a g-string! And I was looking. I am sorry, but I DO have ovaries you know...and...he's rather nice looking. -fans herself some more- Nice abs. Really nice ones. And...and...-fans herself- Give him hair and I'd maul him. Nice ass, too...God. I mean...in that skin tight suit. He wasn't wearing anything under that. God...I just...God! GOD! -faints- If I ever saw that man...it'd be "LOOK OUT! -points behind him-" "-turns around-" "-ogles- -drools all over herself-" I mean...DAMN! But the guy I naturally liked the most was Ben Grimm a.k.a. The Thing. I've always liked him. But the actor who played him...was nice sized. I mean...he didn't exactly look bad in some of those shirtless (non-Thing) scenes. And as it turns out. He's Brad Pitt's age! HA! Damn it...I'm liking older men. SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'm just...completely off...I either like 41 year olds. 30 or 31 year olds. 28 year olds. 24 year olds. Or like...KIDS YOUNGER THAN ME! GAH! -falls over- I'm not right in the HEAD I TELL YOU!
But all in all, I found it a very refreshingly made super hero movie. I was completely prepared for the cliched Batman/Spiderman moments of "BUT I DON'T WANNA BE A SUPERHERO! I WANT...MY MOMMY! -sucks thumb and curls into the fetal position-", you know? But this added a new light to me. It was a lot more light hearted. Even with the Thing's condition. I mean...okay...I got so pissed off at his wife for leaving him. I will tell you this. If my man turned into a big rock thingie...I'd support him ALL the fucking way. Besides...I'd want to see what his penis looked like. Just to answer a question I've been pondering. But...it was good. Very short, though. The battle with Dr. Doom lacked a climactic quality, though and the little after credits thing obviously meaning that there's a sequel to be made. The romance between the Invisible Girl and Mr. Fantastic (Reed and Sue) was very believeable. But I have to admit that my favorite part was (SPOILER AHEAD!!!!!!) At the very end when Ben ended up with the blind girl in the bar who liked him for who he was...I about cried. That was so great. Beautiful job Stan Lee!
Well...driving home mother dearest and I got into a conversation about nudity, particularly about the whole Janet Jackson boobie Super Bowl Halftime crap. I personally think that it is completely and totally stupid that certain parts of our anatomy are despised. I mean...we are the way we are. All women have breasts. All women have vaginas. All men have penii. So...-shrugs- What does it matter? I believe that God made us the way we are, so what's to be ashamed about? Adam and Eve, before they were sinful, ran around in the nude all day. We should NOT be ashamed of our bodies. And also, isn't it worse to go about in barely there Brazilian bikini bottoms and pasties? I mean...I honestly believe in a lot of the stuff George Carlin says, particularly about censorship. If you're going to say fuck, just say it and let people hear it...because if you say fuck and it's bleeped out (i.e. f%$@!!!! or f***!!!!), it gives the same implication. But, since it's something that we're "not allowed" to hear or something that is considered naughty or vulgar, we tend to think about it a whole lot more than if you just fucking said the word. Same thing with clothing. If you're gonna hang out, hang it ALL out, women AND men alike. So nah!
When we got home, I came into the bathroom to get Aayla and oh my God. The whole bathroom was torn up and covered in dog feces. So naturally, I got to clean it (Momma cleaned a lot of it, which I'm quite thankful for) and got to bathe Aayla since she had it on her feet. Lemme tell you...Aayla...HATES...baths. But...she was actually quite good this time, and only tried to jump out a handfull of times instead of everything three seconds. And then after that (and a wine bottle full of water later), I got to help pull the stitches out of Rosie. He may be a fluffy wimpy boy looking cat, but that is the manliest cat I've ever met. I held onto him, and petted him on the head as momma took the stitches out. He didn't...even...fucking...feel them. I mean...the vet said that when he got a shot that he didn't even flinch. He's such a hard ass!
Also...I'm starting to consider colleges. I got a message from Baylor University and I like them a lot. After I go to Texarkana A&M, I definately will have to consider them. It's in Waco, Texas, a good 90 minutes down from Dallas. A good distance away, but not too far away, you know? Sounds great...but college so scares me right now.
Woke up at say...6 in the morning to drive Momma to work on my request. Yeah...I wanted to go see a movie or something. Came home and passed out (after playing with the dogs for a while). Woke up and it was about 3...I couldn't believe it. Watched Case Closed, took a shower, and went on my way.
Momma and I decided to see Fantastic Four and here's my review:
I'm very honestly glad this movie was short. I don't think I could have taken much more of Johnny Storm's cocky ass...and...well...his ass. Er...if you're not big on action movies...it's worth it to see this Chris Evans guy wearing nothing but a g-string. -fans herself- My GOD! I mean...when he "flamed on" it was obvious the boy was wearing a g-string! And I was looking. I am sorry, but I DO have ovaries you know...and...he's rather nice looking. -fans herself some more- Nice abs. Really nice ones. And...and...-fans herself- Give him hair and I'd maul him. Nice ass, too...God. I mean...in that skin tight suit. He wasn't wearing anything under that. God...I just...God! GOD! -faints- If I ever saw that man...it'd be "LOOK OUT! -points behind him-" "-turns around-" "-ogles- -drools all over herself-" I mean...DAMN! But the guy I naturally liked the most was Ben Grimm a.k.a. The Thing. I've always liked him. But the actor who played him...was nice sized. I mean...he didn't exactly look bad in some of those shirtless (non-Thing) scenes. And as it turns out. He's Brad Pitt's age! HA! Damn it...I'm liking older men. SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'm just...completely off...I either like 41 year olds. 30 or 31 year olds. 28 year olds. 24 year olds. Or like...KIDS YOUNGER THAN ME! GAH! -falls over- I'm not right in the HEAD I TELL YOU!
But all in all, I found it a very refreshingly made super hero movie. I was completely prepared for the cliched Batman/Spiderman moments of "BUT I DON'T WANNA BE A SUPERHERO! I WANT...MY MOMMY! -sucks thumb and curls into the fetal position-", you know? But this added a new light to me. It was a lot more light hearted. Even with the Thing's condition. I mean...okay...I got so pissed off at his wife for leaving him. I will tell you this. If my man turned into a big rock thingie...I'd support him ALL the fucking way. Besides...I'd want to see what his penis looked like. Just to answer a question I've been pondering. But...it was good. Very short, though. The battle with Dr. Doom lacked a climactic quality, though and the little after credits thing obviously meaning that there's a sequel to be made. The romance between the Invisible Girl and Mr. Fantastic (Reed and Sue) was very believeable. But I have to admit that my favorite part was (SPOILER AHEAD!!!!!!) At the very end when Ben ended up with the blind girl in the bar who liked him for who he was...I about cried. That was so great. Beautiful job Stan Lee!
Well...driving home mother dearest and I got into a conversation about nudity, particularly about the whole Janet Jackson boobie Super Bowl Halftime crap. I personally think that it is completely and totally stupid that certain parts of our anatomy are despised. I mean...we are the way we are. All women have breasts. All women have vaginas. All men have penii. So...-shrugs- What does it matter? I believe that God made us the way we are, so what's to be ashamed about? Adam and Eve, before they were sinful, ran around in the nude all day. We should NOT be ashamed of our bodies. And also, isn't it worse to go about in barely there Brazilian bikini bottoms and pasties? I mean...I honestly believe in a lot of the stuff George Carlin says, particularly about censorship. If you're going to say fuck, just say it and let people hear it...because if you say fuck and it's bleeped out (i.e. f%$@!!!! or f***!!!!), it gives the same implication. But, since it's something that we're "not allowed" to hear or something that is considered naughty or vulgar, we tend to think about it a whole lot more than if you just fucking said the word. Same thing with clothing. If you're gonna hang out, hang it ALL out, women AND men alike. So nah!
When we got home, I came into the bathroom to get Aayla and oh my God. The whole bathroom was torn up and covered in dog feces. So naturally, I got to clean it (Momma cleaned a lot of it, which I'm quite thankful for) and got to bathe Aayla since she had it on her feet. Lemme tell you...Aayla...HATES...baths. But...she was actually quite good this time, and only tried to jump out a handfull of times instead of everything three seconds. And then after that (and a wine bottle full of water later), I got to help pull the stitches out of Rosie. He may be a fluffy wimpy boy looking cat, but that is the manliest cat I've ever met. I held onto him, and petted him on the head as momma took the stitches out. He didn't...even...fucking...feel them. I mean...the vet said that when he got a shot that he didn't even flinch. He's such a hard ass!
Also...I'm starting to consider colleges. I got a message from Baylor University and I like them a lot. After I go to Texarkana A&M, I definately will have to consider them. It's in Waco, Texas, a good 90 minutes down from Dallas. A good distance away, but not too far away, you know? Sounds great...but college so scares me right now.
