run fire enter devil

I took an extra few days off for Veterans Day cuz I need to burn off my use-or-lose leave. Off the top of my head, I only know one veteran. He likes guns, I can tell you that much. And his weakness is this girl who totally uses him. The lesson there is, girls are more dangerous than guns. But then we knew that already, didn't we?...Earlier this week, I went to this place on Judah called Mango Medley and had the most delicious coconut lime chicken spaghetti for lunch. My stomach was happy. Washed it all down with a matcha red bean drink...Tonight is Amazing Race night. After all these years, it's still the show I look most forward to watching. And who says I am not loyal? (Actually if anything, I am loyal to a fault.) I like it when I have my tv shows to look forward to. It makes me all excited. I swear it's the small things that keep me going. Sure I wouldn't mind if my life was fufilled with higher purpose rather than with trivial tv shows and pop songs, but I think that club is exclusive to people like the Dalai Lama and Oprah...Both Jason Mraz and Jack Johnson have live cds out this month. I like the vibe of these two guys a lot. Of course, I don't really know them, but from what I can tell, I really like the way they go about life, the way they look at the world. Of course, I also suspect that some of that zen attitude is from pot smoking...I just watched The Proposal. It's not the best rom-com ever, but man, Sandra Bullock is just perfect for this stuff, and she and Ryan Reynolds have surprisingly good chemistry...Meanwhile, Drag Me To Hell is kinda lame. It got tremondous reviews, and I don't know why. I wasn't scared or anything, and it was actually quite uneven in tone to me. Was it trying to be campy or not? I can't tell. I think it only got good reviews cuz Sam Raimi directed it, so the critics think Oh, it's a classy horror flick...The Pats play the undefeated (and much hated, by me) Colts tonight. You know I will be watching with one eye closed...I tried to pick up the writing stuff in the last few days, but nothing coming out is very inspired. I think you can tell when you suck, and I am sucking these days. But I think it just takes practice. I will devote more time to it, I promise this to myself. For sure, I will write a lot more, or try to anyway, during my December leave from work...Is anybody else sick of Lady Gaga? Yeah, I know. I liked her when she was an upstart and I didn't have an image to go with the perfectly catchy dance songs. But now I just feel the overexposure is not justified. Her image is actually quite horrible in my opinion. The costumes, videos and stage performances strike me as overwrought rather than arty. I think there is a fine line between art and whatever lies beyond that, and she's crossed it many, many moons ago. There is a phrase in Chinese that literally translates to "run fire enter devil." I know that's a horrible translation, but it kinda expresses how I feel about her. Give me Annie and La Roux anyday!...And speaking of me getting sick of something - I am already sick of the hype surrounding Precious, a film about an abused, pregnant teenage girl who finds respite from her hardship of life in Harlem through the power of poetry. It's brought to you by the saintly combo of Oprah and Tyler Perry (the two most powerful black people in America, besides Obama, and they know it!!!). It stars Monique as the abusive mother and Mariah Carey, sans makeup, as the girl's counselor. It has the most Oscar buzz going into award season. I know, for the next four months, I have to put up with endless praise about this (white critics have to champion this because it makes them feel socially responsible), Mariah walking the red carpets, and Oprah and Tyler Perry gloating. (Remember the last Oprah gloating opportunity was thankfully averted when Rio got the 2016 Olympics instead of Chi-town.) Somebody please come up with a bigger movie to trump this please!!! Paging Peter Jackson...