Kickin' it.

I watched Kicking & Screaming a few days ago, and I've got to say, it wasn't half bad.

It definitely wasn't my favorite Will Ferrell movie. In fact, it may be my least favorite Will Ferrell movie.

All that means is, I wouldn't buy it.

But that's because I'm poor.

It was funny. Not laugh-out-loud, gut-bustingly funny, but pleasant enough.

I liked Bing Bong.

I also liked watching little kids play soccer better than I could ever hope to, in my wildest dreams. In a sad, pathetic sort of way.

It's worth renting. So rent it.

I give Kicking & Screaming a 6.5 out of 10.

Hey. It's better than The Village.

And the soccer coach says, "I'm sorry, with a capital S. And a capital ORRY. Well, you know what I mean."

I Heart The Simpsons

How do you find the defendant?

Heeeee's guilty of mayhem, exposure indecent,
Freaked out behavior both chronic and recent,
Drinking and driving, narcotic posession,
And that's just page one of his ten page confessiooooon...

I should put you away where you can't kill or maim us,
But this is LA, and you're rich and faaaaaamoooooouuuuus!

I'm checkin' in!

He's checkin' in!

I'm checkin' in!

Checkin', checkin' in!

No more pills or alcohol,
No more pot or Demorol,
No more stinkin' fun at all!
I'm checkin' in!

He's checkin' in, he's checkin' in!

No more looking pale and thin,
No more bugs beneath your skin.

Hey! That's just my aspirin!

Chuck it out! Yooou're cheeeeckiiiing iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!


w00t.

And the ape says, "D'oh!"

Who Wouldn't Want To Know More About Me?

Just in case any of you visitors, if you still exist, are wondering, the "June 1990" archive is there intentionally. Go ahead. Check it out.

You might learn a bit more than you want to.

Motherfathers.

I'll update it as I come across things...to update it...with.

Oh, and a note to any sitegoers. If you have a blog or website, please leave a link or something. I'd be interested to see it. If you don't, I highly recommend starting one. It's fun, it's easy, it's BETTER THAN MYSPACE.

That is, if you're the type of person who isn't concerned with a meaningless and completely invalid popularity contest. And is female. You know. My type.

Go for it.

And the Maestro says, "Bon. Bon. Bon, bon. Bon, bon, bon, bon."