Every once in a blue moon I take off Sundays to relax. By relax, of course, I mean I pretty much sit around and do absolutely nothing. So, seeing as my night (last night), for all intents and purposes, was pretty boring I thought I'd jot down some of my musings from this past week.
Here are a few things that come to mind.
1) Really Ricky Hatton? I feel that fighting (be it MMA or Boxing) is the last of the true sports. It man versus man bleeding out their soul in order to achieve victory. So far be it for me to judge these warriors that put their lives on the line in order to keeps guys like me entertained. I mean I don't think you could pay me enough to go two rounds with either Pacquiao or Hatton but REALLY??? Two rounds? That’s all I get? I mean here I am working the bar and within the first two minutes Hatton's on his back. As a bartender you want every fight to go until the final bell, the longer the fight, the more people drink, the more they drink, the more scrilla I make. . I'm not mad that he lost I'm just mad that he went down so quickly...
2) Wolverine.... I... I don’t really know what to say. I liked the beginning thought the middle was kind of cool and then they (the screenwriters) decided to kill the movie. What happened to Deadpool, the world may never know... P.S. The economic downturn must have really hit home @ Fox because those claws were... how should I put this gently? Wolverine’s claws looked as if a Santa Monica Junior College student designed them. I mean I was HIGH and they looked like shit, so you can only imagine what they look like if you’re sober. UGHHHH!!! It is 10:50 on Tuesday night and I’m still pissed about the movie. If Star Trek sucks I’m done!!
3) Co-Workers: I think we all have a co-worker at work that is just a little… "off", you know that guy (or girl) that just doesn't seem to pick up on social cue’s; they walk over to you with the intention of say something then shy away from it or when you are extremely busy they feel its their chance to take a stand and they boldly push the envelope in an attempt to gain your respect. My co-worker is totally socially inept; he can’t seem to grasp the basic social norms. For example: He recently took trip to Compton. Why? Because, he was curious and wanted to see what Compton was like. Now you make think to yourself, “hmmm… I’ve always heard that Compton was a dangerous place” because it is. No one in their right mind would ever venture to Compton just to check it out! The people in Compton hate Compton!
4) Women. I have to ask myself is it possible to tell multiple women the same truth? Can you truly feel butterflies in your stomach around more than one woman? I’d like to think Hank Moody got it right when he announced "…I'm a fan of women; I have all their albums." [Just a side note, watch Californication. It is possibly one of the greatest shows ever written] Whenever I start to think about love and how so many conventional sources lead us to believe that you can only be in love with one person at a time, I’m forced to ask, how is it possible to feel a certain way about only one woman? Maybe I’m just jaded; after all I live in the land of 30 women. For every girl I meet there are 30 out there that are (for the most part) exactly like her, yet every once in a while I meet one or two that seem to be different. In the land of the lost souls variations seem to be far and few in between. Is true love still a viable option in this city? Or do we just simply think ourselves into loving someone? Personally, I have no clue if I did I’d be writing a book about it…
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