Canadian Mist.

Had a date last night with a bottle of Canadian Mist and the Widescreen DVD of Das Boot. Could've rented Brown Bunny, but I've pretty much hated Vincent Gallo since that movie he did with Johnny Depp and Jerry Lewis in the 80's. You say he's a former model and celebrity badboy with a prediliction for self-destructive craft. Delusions of grandeur, bitch. Fuck a Vincent Gallo. I, too, could make a film where the most compelling things happening are Christina Ricci's bosoms. It's called Sleepy Hollow, basehead! Don't hate!

So anyway, Das Boot is about a Nazi u-boat and it's many travails; depth charges, binge drinking by the crew, engine failure. Jurgen Prochnow is the captain (you might also remember him as Duke Leo Atreides from David Lynch's Dune...."The tooth! The tooth!"), and he deserves a semi full of Oscars for what he's got going on up in heezy. Total existential hero getting smacked around. I have this thing for WWII lately. I guess it's a thing. I keep wanting to go buy a first edition of Shirer's Rise and Fall of the Third Reich and somtimes even fantasize that I'm the reincarnation of Omar Bradley. Whikipedia that shit, yo.

Man, I need a trip to the shed with Rollins. I'm totally not understanding this Dinosaur Jr. record. Is that the sound of Lou Barlow having a 'gasm? Weird! I mean riffs are nice, but so many J.? Damn. Give a brother a chorus every now and again! What the fuck am I talking about? I'm a terrible music critic.

It's kind of a bummer when one of your work friends gets the ax. Eric was a nice, clean gent who was a White Sox loyalist and overall dude. We used to go around the corner to Stocks and Blondes and drink beer and jello shots and watch Bulls games. Now he's been shown the door and given his year-supply of Rice-A-Roni, the San Francisco Treat. Thanks for playing Corporate Circle Jerk! Don't you just hate that shit?




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