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Yep, I’m proud of my wife. Why? Well, tons of reasons, but most recently because she stepped into her new controller job with minimal training and just rocked it. She rocked it so well that after just a month her boss just gave her another good raise. I married a smart girl, and I’m really really proud of her.

As for me, I’ve been exhausted all day. I’m always way tired the day after I get the new issue of Rogue Cinema out. One of the directors of a movie I reviewed in this issue wasn’t happy with the review, because well…it was a really bad review. Still, that’s the risk you take when you send your film out to reviewers. Not all of them are gonna like it. You can either take it graciously when you get a bad review or you can get upset about it. Those that take it graciously are the ones with class and the ones who are going to work harder to improve themselves with their next film. Those who get upset are the ones who insist their work is already a masterpiece and they don’t have to improve on anything. Oh well.

I could go on a big rant about what a bunch of asses Hamas, Abbas and the UN are, but I’m in a good mood right now and I don’t wanna mess it up.

So what else can I talk about? Hmmm…

I was playing the game 2moons. I’ve given up on it now because it’s nothing more than a bot and hacker filled grind fest with really nothing to do. It was ok at first, but it becomes really boring after your leveling slows to a major crawl. I wish I could just find one good free mmorpg to play. I tried Cabal and it just sucked. It was so poorly thought out. I played it for a few hours and uninstalled it.

Oh, Jack Nicholson has an ad out on YouTube supporting Hillary Clinton. I wonder what the hell makes these celebrities think we give a jack sh*t who they’re voting for, or how they feel about various political issues. We really don’t. I wonder if they’ll ever grasp that concept? Probably not. I think their own sense of self importance and all the people around them constantly kissing their asses and telling them how wonderful they are wouldn’t allow them to understand that we just don’t care what they have to say.

Oh, and American Idol. Great batch this year. They’re doing that stupid Idol Gives Back thing again though. You know, where all those celebrities try to get Joe Six Pack to give money for needy people that will never see a cent of it because it’s all stolen by the warlords and corrupt officials in those crap African nations they’re trying to help. It always pisses me off when celebrities try to shame the average Joe into donating money. It’s like, we have enough trouble paying our own bills and living our own lives. You ass holes are rich. If you feel so guilty about being rich, then you give them all your money. You idiots are in a lot better position to help those folks than we are. Better yet, give me the damn money. At least I won’t feel guilty about having it.

IHOP is now serving green eggs and ham to help promote the Dr. Seuss movie. I personally think it’s just an excuse for them to use up all the old, fuzzy food in the back of the fridge, but hey, whatever people are willing to choke down is cool with me as long as I don’t have to be within two miles of their bathroom after. Actually, IHOP has good food. I just thought it was funny.

I saw a show on the Discovery Channel tonight about how they’re looking into how to genetically modify chicken and emu eggs to re-activate the dinosaur DNA that still exists in their genetic makeup in order to basically re-create dinosaurs. I just got one word for that. AWESOME! I want a T-Rex to stick in my front yard to keep the Jehova’s Witnesses and the Mormons off my doorstep. How bad would that rock?!?! Imagine cleaning up the poo though… Ah screw it. I don’t clean up our dog’s poo, why would I bother cleaning up after a dinosaur? Hell, I’d just let it pile up so it would keep the sun from coming through the living room window and shining on my damn TV while I’m trying to watch it.

I’m drinking iced coffee right now. It’s made with coffee, milk, aspartame sweetener, hazelnut syrup and of course…ice. I mention it because it’s rather entertaining. Why is it entertaining? Because it makes me fart…a LOT. I mean a whole lot. An hour from now I’ll be chasing Sharon around the house with cheeks-a-flappin’. I know it sounds sick, but it really is hella funny.

Oh well, that’s enough for now. I’ll write more soon.