For some reason, the extra special hectic day where my secretary kept me busy trying to accomplish everything that she felt needed to be accomplished this week that had yet been done because she was out all day Monday, as was I, and then she was out the better part of yesterday, so there was quite a bit of stuff in the do it this week pile that she felt like had to be done today. Actually there was a couple of matters that came in today that had to be accomplished as well. As such, I am exhausted, and although it likely means that no one will visit, no one will comment, and almost for sure that no one will ping me, I am just gonna go home, eat some soup and watch some old movies I found at Walmart today. I have a hard time passin' up four movies for $5.50 on DVD. You would be surprised how many real stinkers I have purchased that way, but every once in awhile, I find one I like. Heck, that sounds about like what I find if I go to the movie house or the video store as well. Mostly all ya get is some trash someone put together on a shoestring or even a big budget in hopes to make some bucks, and very seldom do you find a really well made piece of cinematic art. The Cohen brothers usually get real close and Kevin Smith hardly ever misses. Spielberg has his moments and Lucas has lost touch, it seems. Velociman would be please with this set of four westerns, however, as three of them are featurin' Lee Van Cleef. One of 'em is gonna be a treat for me, as it is also featurin' "screen star Bud Spencer." I thought that was a hoot: screen star Bud Spencer, as if Terence Hill didn't carry his ass through almost every other feature he was involved with. Oh well, at least my navel will be delighted. I seem to give it a lot of attention when I am sittin', watchin' TV. I find myself continually brushin' my hand across my navel. I drop a lot of crud I am munchin' durin' movies and such, and most of it ends up restin' on my belly. I sweep it off from time to time. I often forget to wear a shirt and the navel finds a flurry of activity as things get trapped in there and have to be gingerly* extracted on occasion. Well, ttffn. End of report.
P.S. Someone tell revog that the Nightly Navel Gazin' Report™ was actually on much earlier than usual.
*Mary Annly just doesn't have the right ring to it, does it?
Posted by notGeorge at March 11, 2004 06:39 PM