Troy came out yesturday and while I made it through most of the movie, the damn thing is freaking long, just like an epic should be. I’ll prob. finish it today. Aside from that its mostly a big Brad Pitt movie although at least this one doesn’t have all the bi-sexual overtones that Alexander did. But by Brad Pitt Movie I mean its mostly “look at me, I’m brad pitt, I got paid more money than you’ll make in your entire life for this movie” You get the idea…

MJ and I did watch all of Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle last night. Of course you might remeber when we actually went to the Premiere and the writers of the movie commented on wetwired.

Hey man. This is Jon Hurwitz, the “Harold and Kumar” writer who answered your question. Just wanted to let you know that after the screening, the guys and I discussed the question you asked and realized what you meant. We felt really bad that you got beaten up by the crowd a bit due to the confusion. I, myself, remember answering some question a bit awkwardly, therefore muddling my message, and drawing the ire of the crowd. It happens to the best of us. Keep your head up and thanks for coming to the event.

Now you’re going what the heck was he talking about. Read here about what happened to our writer Fnliii.

Yes, I can’t stand him. What you might not know is that I’ve met the prick before. It was a year ago in a skyrise in Dallas in the elevator. I walked into an elevator to go to the 33rd floor.

“You’re….”I looked kinda star struck…

“Why yes, yes I am Dr. Phill. And your fat.”

“Gee thanks asshole”

“No, you need to embrace that you have a problem.”

“WTF mate?”

“You feel that foods are a comfort.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do” Dr. Phil said as he waved his hand Jedi Style

“No I don’t and your Jedi mind tricks won’t work on me.”

“I have a solution for you.”

“Whats that?”

“Read my book.”

“What kind of solution is that?”

“The answer is there.”

“How about a free copy?”

“You won’t get an answer if I give you a free copy.”

“Yep, I was right, you are a wanker.”

“You know when you result to anger you’re in denile.”

“The Nile is a river in Africa.”

“What?”

“Hey its not my fault you have a fake texas twang.”

And with that, my meeting with the man behind the crappy books was over.

They need the man to initiate the fun. From Design.

“On the other hand, always taking the role of respondent rather than initiator is limiting to women. This tendency has signficant consequences in sexual relations. Philip Blumstein and Pepper Schwartz, in their study American Couples, found that lesbians have sex less often than gay men and heterosexual couples. The sociologists believe that this happens because, as they found, in heterosexual couples the man almost always initiates sex, and the women either complies or exercises veto power. Among gay men, at least one partner takes the role of initiator. But among lesbians, they found, often neither wants to be perceived as making demands.” -Deborah Tannen, You Just Don’t Understand

Yep, like last year and the year before.. we had another new years party. This year we congregated over at Evil Daves and drank and played poker. Dav1x and his new wife Tekgoddess came and brought the poker table. Lucky came with not the $20 buy in but only $17. Needing a 5th player we let him play. And of course Crackmonkey came as well with his pints of Guinness.

Highlights include dav1x’s wife getting so drunk and proclaiming I’m more comfortable than dav1x, and then me being fondled by her, whilst calling out to dav1x to make sure she didn’t puke on me. And yes, she did, but not on me. And lastly to Lucky the hobbit walking away with all of our money. Damn you hobbit.

All in all not a bad way to ring in the New Year.

The treacherous Decepticons have set up base on their home planet of Cybertro- wait. Wrong show.

So, the new year is upon us. That yearly celebration of the passing of time has come and gone, the streets are filled with plastic cups and confetti…

And I didn’t see one damn bit of it. I was in bed by 11 tonight.

Funny thing, though- I didn’t miss anything. I was more than happy to get some much-needed sleep last night instead of staying up to ring in midnight. I’ve been back in LA for more than a week now, and to be quite honest I’m fricking exhausted. See, everyone wants you to come by when you make the trip back to your hometown. Consequently, you spend your entire vacation running the roads, spending the night on more couches than you care for and generally answering the same 6 questions about a bajillion times:

- So, how are you?
- You still working for (insert name here)?
- You still doing the same thing there?
- Have you seen your family?
- Hey, are you seeing anyone over in Austin? (Oh, I REALLY hate this one.)
- So, what happened to that girl you came down with last year? You two still together?

The last one also sucks, seeing as the girl in question happened to make a royal ass out of herself within 20 minutes of returning home and we haven’t seen each other since.

Once you go through this litany of questions you then spend the next hour or so trying to be comfortable and failing, seeing as the people you’re visiting only see one small part of you that doesn’t tend to represent the person you are now. They only know the person they saw in the past, and thus it is impossible to show any type of personal growth when they want you to be “the funny guy” or “the life of the party” when what you really want is just some time to rest.

Thus, I have spent this new year heading to bed early at my father’s home. My father- a man with whom I had no real relationship until I had grown into the person I am now- understands that sometimes I just want place to rest and be myself when I return home. He has provided that to me this trip, and for that I am grateful.

Plus… He has a really, REALLY good home theater system for us to watch the Capitol One Bowl today. So… I got that going for me.

Happy New Year, everyone. Hope this one doesn’t suck.

Out.