The Last One for 7 Months

So I never post in this thing. As it says in the title, this is "take two" of my blogging career; albeit one that seems to have failed considering my amazingly high post count of 3. However, when one is sitting a computer lab in the basement of the psychology building watching people answer questions about abortion for 3 hours straight, one does tend to get rather bored ... so here I am ... posting.

Back to my original statement - I suppose I never post because I never have much to say. I could attempt at a witty analysis of the latest movie I've seen (which is School For Scoundrals btw), or just come up with some random topic that I'd like to talk about. Unforunately, my life is not funny nor interesting enough to discuss at any length on one of these things, and I never feel like taking the time to write about stuff no one - at least no one I know, including myself - cares about.

Secondly, after talking with Matt last weekend, I came to the conclusion that I am terrible at detailed analyses of things, such as ... say ... a movie critique. If someone asks, "oh how was School For Scoundrals?" my typical response might be "oh it was good ... it was pretty funny," but that's about as detailed as it gets. You might think that I could give an example, but unfortunately my detailed memory of funny events in movies lasts for maybe 2 or 3 days, after which I simple remember a few quotes here and there and that the movie overall was humerous.

I suppose a movie such as Pirates of the Carribbean 2 might stand out a bit more given the 3 way sword fight on a run-away water mill or the enormous greek mythological creature (aka the Kraken) popping out of the ocean only to devour entire ships - boy is that an easy button if I've ever seen one. "Captain they're getting away from us!" "No worries lads, we'll just turn this big wheel which lifts a large wooden totem, then drop it into the water creating a shockwave that instantly teleports the Kraken from two oceans away!" Can I have a pen that instantly transfers all the knowledge of my professors to my mind whenever I hold it in my hand? Not even to mention the cliffhanger at the end. Am I to really expect that Jack Sparrow will be able to escape that enormous gnashing maw lined with teeth the size of my leg? At least in Star Wars Boba Fett had on the best armor in the galaxy (at that point) when he got eaten by the sarlacc, which, btw, was completely digested when he escaped that thing. How Jack Sparrow will accomplish the almost identical feat, only without armor, is lost on me.

At any rate, the movie has to be memorable for me to be able to effectively critique it. School For Scoundrals, while funny and entertaining, did not really stand out as anything amazing or unique. The main character in it was the same guy from Napoleon Dynamite, which stands out as a pretty unique movie in my eyes. School For Scoundrals ... not so much.

Hopefully this subject (yes I like calling them "subjects" rather than "participants," because while under my supervision, they are victims to my evil psychological torture) will "make like a tree" (thank you Biff) and finish this experiment so I can get the hell out of here.



And to rip off of Matt:
Currently LIstening to: the clicks of the keyboard 6 feet away from me ... and my growling stomach.