Alright, to the real deal. I've started a new job and spend more time on the public transit system than I did. That's time I'm using right now to update you. Also, I've jumped right in to get going on the big project I'm now working on and don't have the same time to devote to keeping up on this blog. But I'll do my best.
Can I tell you how excited I am to see Iron Man? I think Robert Downey Jr. Will be the perfect Tony Stark. For him to play an arrogant alcoholic douchebag is like Rob Lowe playing Benjamin (I hope you heard that the way Mike Myers pronounced it) in Wayne's World. In both cases, I see them playing a caricature of themselves. A bold move, I think, in both cases. On top of which Iron Man is just a freaking sweet superhero.
I mean, who wouldn't want to fly around in a bulletproof, state-of-the-art suit of red and gold armor? Show me where to sign up for that and I'll totally be there.
In other fluffy news, I got invited to the Metal Gear Online beta and am looking forward to playing with that.
To something you're a little more used to in this blog, I sat on the bus with two idiots. The public transportation system is a great place to observe interesting characters. Anyway, these two idiots were sitting at the back of the bus with me, having a very loud discussion about drugs. And not the kind you usually get at the pharmacy. The kind you buy because you know somebody and know the secret handshake. I could hear it over the sounds of the movie I was watching on one of my nifty electronic toys. The volume of the conversation combined with the topic heavily influenced my perception of these two. One of them practically yelled, I kid you not, this is a direct quote, "My girlfriend sells weed!" and then yelled his phone number out for the whole bus to hear and write down. Even over the sounds of the fighting in my movie.
The other idiot carries around a very realistic-looking airsoft gun which can apparently shoot steel BBs as well. And he had a dumb name. I remeber what it was, but I'm not going to share, just in case... I don't know. Just in case something. But it was something like Micci, which is pronounced just like the name of a beloved cartoon mouse. And then he yelled out his phone number too.
I just got off the bus in Orem and it's cold today. What's with this dumb weather? It's almost May and I'm concerned that my poor frostbitten ear is going to be in pain from the cold before my next bus comes. This is unacceptable, Mother Nature. The unfortunate thing about the previous statement is that I'm pretty sure Mother Nature doesn't keep up with my blog. Moral of that story is: don't get frostbite. It gives you a cool story, but it sucks pretty much the
rest of your life. Sure, the nerves in my head can put themselves back together after I chop them on my wakeboard, but my ear hurts for a decade afterwards and maybe longer. I'll let you know.
p.s. Tomorrow is one of my favorite holidays. I wonder how we should stick it to The Man tomorrow.
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