If I were to liveblog my experience of watching The Prestige over the past half hour or so, it’d go like this:
12:50: Can’t believe I’m watching this. I hate Christian Bale.
12:56: This isn’t bad, Michael Cain is pretty bad ass.
12:59: Old timey dudes were idiots. Whenever a pretty woman gets a on stage, they all turn into Red Sox fans.
1:15: What the hell is going on?
1:25: Scarlett Johannson! I should have been watching this more closely. Time to restart the movie.
And then I did.
I thought I was over this shit. Sigh. I want this thanksgiving to include so much turkey it explodes my stomach. And egg nog. Egg nog all over this bitch. All up in the club. All over the rafters dawg.
Real Salt Lake won the MLS cup. This means that we now have a nationally recognized club in the valley. This means that come summer, I have a whole new reason to travel up to the city. This also means that I have some tough decisions to make when they play the Crew, like they did back in when they won the Eastern Conference.
Another great part of my sunday was when Real Salt Lake won the MLS cup. Did I mention that? And my roommates and I started fist bumping like it was an Old Navy commercial and we took victory laps around the building and I slipped on the snow-covered grass and busted my knee on a paving stone. And when I looked at it, then I felt like Beckham, cause I was totally rugged and real you know?
And then my roommate and I pulled up the Top Gun IMDB page and tag teamed some quotes for like a half an hour.
The Arrogant Sons of Bitches - The Last Bell I Will Ever Hear
Oh my holy… haven’t heard these guys in YEARS.
Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht (1979)
Count Dracula: Listen. The children of the night make their music.
Klaus Kinski always gives me that “I’m going to get so wasted on Schnapps” feeling. Like, you look at him and you just want to go to Epcot high on Klonopins.
“I WANT SOME BUTTS!”
Girl I'm gonna facebook you back to 7th grade
I’ll stop being creepy on facebook now. I’ll just listen to my hip hop and think about going to get a burger. Burger Supreme sounds so good right now. Sleep sounds so good right now. IN AND OUT SOUNDS SO GOOD RIGHT NOW. I turned on Sir Mix-A-Lot. Tonight is ok.
I’ve never struggled so hard to remember the term “short-notice” in my life. And I’ve never said “I’m sorry” so many times to one person over the phone in my life. And I’ve never been better at making a jerk of myself! Life is good!
Do not answer your phone if you are busy, have terrible cellphone reception, and want to make a good impression.
You will end up looking like a jackass to the talent you’re asking to help you out.
So kind of going to fail college. Not going to class is harder than actually going to class. That bl0ws dude. It should be EASY to not go to class. Especially when the classes I skip are about as informative as general education requirements can be. But, dammit! The guilt! The guilt!
At least I’m doing important things like thinking about how to get Family Guy cancelled. And why I like Chris Titus so much.
Life truths.
Listen to audio commentary from all Wes Anderson movies in chronological order.
Drink a shot every time he says “Sort of.”
You’ll be sweating booze by the end of Rushmore.
It’s a travesty that Owen Wilson hasn’t written more screenplays. I’m realizing that I only truly enjoy the first three Wes Anderson movies, which were co-written by Wilson. Anderson has great capacity in making movies, but he, nor Noah Baumbach, can really give a script the treatment that Wilson could.
No matter how awful his movies are, how commercial his decisions are, I think Owen Wilson is a thoughtful, intelligent, and talented guy. And I’m glad that he’s made Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, and The Royal Tennenbaums.
“That’s 72 unforced errors for Richie Tenebaum. He’s playing the worst tennis of his life. What’s he feeling right now?”
First published: the eastReprinted: the west
