Friday, June 29, 2007
Intro to Paralegal: B
Composition 1001: B
Grade Point Avg.: 3.0
YES YES, Y'ALL! I passed once again after all the hard work. Sure, both my eyes are twitching right now now from all the stress, but it was worth it! I'm so happy right now, I'm gonna celebrate by getting me a big ol' Slushie!
Friday, June 22, 2007
However, Marvel came up with a more contemporary version of the character to give him a character younger readers could feel closer to, so they came up with...
Who just sort of looks like this guy, by coinsidence...
What makes all of this so funny to me is that it won't be the first time Fury is played by a Hollywood Icon...
That's right, David Hasslehoff was the first to don the eyepatch in a tv movie for Fox that aired in 1998, written by David Goyer who went on to write the Blade movie series. I saw the televisionFury movie a few months back and remember it being pretty good. You know however that seeing Sam Jackson as Nick now will have fanboys either having a coniption fit or giggling in glee and The Hoff screaming at his agent why he's not doing the big screen version.
I can see it now: "A Life Model Decoy. When you absoLUTY, posiTIVLY, have to kill EVERY M**** F**** in the room!"
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I did try to make up for Thursday by going out the next night and that was pretty cool. After getting off from work early, Tina treated me to see "Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer". Despite my review, the movie was pretty cool and much better than first film, so I recommend it for the family. Afterwards, I went home, changed clothes and went downtown. There, I would meet up with my pal Damien from Z-102 while he was broadcasting live from Savannah Downunder. I had an okay time, but I was there till 2:30 in the morning. I was up past my bedtime, but I wanted to thy to enjoy my night out. Plus there was a wet t-shrt contest going on. Truthfully, I think I've really grown past wet t-shirt contests as I've gotten older as I I just didn't enjoy it. The floor was too crowded for me to see, it was loud and I was getting wet from just the spray of the water. It was lousy. I have an idea for guys over forty: How about a Put-it-on Contest? She starts out in a bikini and puts on clothes from there? Whomever comes out not looking like a slut wins. I should patent that.
Anyway, I got home around 3:30 ( I had to stop into my old stomping grounds The Mercury Lounge and see the old gang) and it hit me that I not old. Not by any means. I'm just out and out tired. I don't have game becasue I haven't been the other Sam Johnson in a long time. However, the other Sam drank a lot, he was loud and he was partying until twelve noon the next day and that was less than four years ago. I'm liking the new Sam Johnson more and more now.
Now please excuse me while I sit on the front porch and chase kids offa my lawn.
Jessica Alba, naked, on fire.
Go see it. It's worth it.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
A writer once said that with age "the transformation is comparable to the one Clark Kent goes through: He takes off his glasses and becomes Superman; you put on your reading glasses and become. . . Old Person." The fact that a problem I now face becoming linked with my fictional hero doesn't sit all that well with me. When I was a child, I remember tucking my towel into my shirt and jumping off of things that were taller than me. When I became older, I could still do a vertical leap into the air, not enough to become permanantly airborn but still a good start. Now that I'm in my forties, I don't think about jumping to any particular place off of things bigger then five feet ten inches. My body isn't made for flying though space as it was when I was a kid. The only bit of space that involves me now is the one between my couch and how far away is my remote control so I can change channels on my television.
It wouldn't be so bad that I'm getting older now, but I had said many years ago that I should trust anyone over thirty. I said that when I was sixteen and look where it's gotten me now. I'm well past thirty at this stage and the disc jockeys at the radio stations these days are becomming younger. They now look upon me for guidance. Sam Johnson, the oldest living teenager. I have to be the one nw to tell the new kids to pick up their toys when they're done on the air. Whenever someone tells them that they're not allowed to play, the youngsters come to their cool Uncle Sam and let me know the problem. The interesting part of it all is that the new people trust my judegment and it shocks me. If those people had seen me twenty years ago with pizza boxes and beer cans scattered in the studio, cheerleaders half clothed running around the building and myself doing nearly everything I could to start a fight with the FCC, they would run to someone else much faster. It's me they turn to however when troubles arise and for that, I should feel honored that they do.
Perhaps I should be happy that I'm turning forty-one this year. Despite the kidney problems, my doctors have given me a clean bill of health. My cholestorol count is great, my blood pressure is normal and I haven't gone insane. I'll take all the things that I've learned so far in my life and pass them down to someone worthy of my knowledge. Maybe having wisdom is a good thing at this milestone. Plus, from the pictures I've taken this year, I look pretty damn good for a man my age. "They" say that forty is now the new thirty. It makes me wonder should I trust myself just a little bit more?