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The day I picked up my car, which was a few weeks ago, I was sufficiently glib to participate in a phone survey about current movies. And you know, there really aren't any movies out there that I'm interested in seeing. Here's this week's top 5 at the box office:

1. Freddy vs. Jason
2. S.W.A.T.
3. Open Range
4. Freaky Friday
5. The Medallion

So for our five most-watched movies of the week, we have a movie that should've come out 10 years ago, a movie that never should have come out, Dances With Wolves II, a chick flick, and a (likely) second-rate Jackie Chan vehicle. I think this probably indicates that the stupid people are still out there, but it could also mean that I have eccentric tastes. Probably both.

I'm going to hell for this, but Hilary Duff is cute. Don't try to deny it.

6:07 and I'm oh-so-tired. It was a particularly exhausting day at work, but a fruitful one as Rick and I lobbied to get someone working with us that's actually going to do some work and make our lives easier. That would be nice. It's also nice that I'm alone right now, and the phone is not ringing, and I don't have to talk to anybody. Aaaah.

Fantasy football draft on Saturday, and a 3-day weekend to boot! Rick is off tomorrow, so I will probably have a shitty middle 8. That's OK though, for I have some yogurt in the fridge with my name on it. This mishmash brought to you by Initech.

I hate my work! But I do enjoy "Curb Your Enthusiasm," Larry David's show on HBO. On tonight's episode: Larry goes to a pool party, and the host's toddler son runs naked around the pool. When Larry sees the father the next day, he comments: "That's quite a penis your son has on him." Maybe you had to be there. I'm personally planning on using this as an in-joke with anyone who's seen the episode, which is well worth checking out.

I feel like I need to hit batting practice soon. And winning the lotto would go really, really well. So would getting a teaching job. I'm cool.

I haven't been running at all, lately, and I don't feel too bad about it. I will need to start a training program again, at some point, but I no longer believe a marathon is in the cards for me. I mean, 14 miles already proved too much for me, in my current state of motivation and conditioning-committedness. And it's not like I got to the end of the 14 miles and said, "Wow, I feel soooooo good that I just completed a 14-mile run!" No, running extra long just makes me feel like shit, and I fail to see the appeal in spending my summer doing something I hate. I feel healthy when I'm running 2-4 miles at a pop, and I've proven to myself that I can get fit sticking to a program of regular reps at those distances. Perhaps I'm rationalizing, but it all does indeed seem rational, nani?

My new car is a sweet, sweet bitch. So quiet and cushy, so silky-smooth. The CD player is simply bitching, as well. A bad investment, nonetheless, but the best part of my workday is now the 15 minutes before and after, driving to and from. Driving is really enjoyable when you don't have to glance at the temp. gauge every 30 seconds. Sweet balls!

I saw "The Rules of Attraction" recently, whence James van der Beek ("Dawson" on TV's Dawson's Creek) plays a drug-dealing pervert. One of the most enjoyable movies I've seen recently, and hilarious. Definitely worth checking out, in my opinion. With that said, I give you this period's Top 5:

1. "The Sad Punk," The Pixies: "Named extinction! Named extinction! Named extinction! Named....WAOW! WAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOWWWHH!" The best scream in all of song, and I've been listening to Thrice and The Suicide Machines lately. Speaking of which:

2. "To Awake and Avenge the Dead," Thrice: Tell me you can't imagine the band rising by some ungodly power atop a platform of bones after the nuclear apocalypse has ravaged the earth and transformed the surface into a nightmare of sulphur and ash and molten lava--tell me you can listen to the end of this song and you CAN'T imagine the scene I've just described, and I'll tell you you just can't hear what they're playing, brother.

3. "Interstate Love Song," Stone Temple Pilots: A fine and near-perfect radio rock song, in my opinion. Great riff, simple structure, ambiguous lyrics, not too long, easy to sing along with. STP is one of the most underrated rock bands in recent history, I think, and I kind of like it that way.

4. "Silhouette," Thrice: So hard, so rocking, it's almost unbelievable. Triplets rock. Also, Riley Breckenridge beats the shit out of the ride cymbal for the first two minutes of the song, which is hilarious, but also kind of awesome.

5. Sammy Sosa. 'Cause I said so, bitches!

So, Specialist Jagnow is ragging me about how I don't update this bitch often enough, and he's probably right. Some interesting stuff has happened since last I posted. First and foremost, I bought a BRAND SPANKING NEW Honda Civic a few days ago. It's a 2003 4-door with about 75 miles on it right now, and an exterior that looks like blue glass. It's sweet as hell, and I get excited every time I realize that I'm not renting it and I don't have to give it back to anyone. I don't like the necessity for car travel, but I have always admitted that there is a certain romance in owning a car. And I don't think there's a car that balances economy, quality, and aesthetics like the Civic does. Plus, one saved my life one time. So there's that.

Also, I don't know about the whole marathon thing. I just took about a week off, and I actually felt healthier and better than I have in awhile. Logging huge miles is annoying, and I'm just not very good at it.

For another thing, I finally moved out of my IU apartment earlier this week. I'd been subleasing it, and my subleasers kind of left the place in shitty condition for me to clean up. This was a bit annoying, but I'm glad to be done with that place. I don't know if it was me or what, but I didn't like college that much. I do like drinking, though, so perhaps it's time to see what Ricky Bach is up to. I'll try to post again soon. Rayther!