Entertaining my father for a day and a half. He's in town for some final-stage house hunting. The search has narrowed, but continues forward.
The Soup is so delicious!
Thanks for all the birthday well wishes. Especially the well-written ones. Creativity is always appreciated by the Ben Kenny. No blow jobs though this year. Again. Meh.
People are taking the Christian Bale thing too far. The man cares very much about his work. He was involved in a scene, somewhat in character, and probably a little stressed out. After all, he's carrying an entire movie. Audiences aren't going to see Terminator: Salvation because McG is directing it. They're going for Patrick Wayne! People's jobs, hundreds of millions of dollars, the hopes and dreams of nerds everywhere, etc...
Michael Phelps lost his Kellogg's gig. How stupid is Kellogg's? Just have him pitch something sweet and sugary instead of whatever healthy shit he sells now. Stoners love cereal! Or so I've been told.
I love Steve Martin. He is a creative genius, and somewhat of an icon of mine, but seriously! Peter Sellers is rolling over in his grave!
Hail to the King!
I laughed at the sheer insanity of it.
Tomorrow is here already!-BK
No comments:
Post a Comment