Life is just one damned thing after another.
-Elbert Hubbard

Damn straight...

Wow...I can't believe I've actually been consistent for about a week in posting on this stupid blog. Might as well keep it up. Last night I had yet another signing with these two yuppie professionals that were an interesting contrast to one another. The man...well, male of them, was this really anal new-age sensitive guy who literally had to read every page and his wife was extremely gruff and signed whatever was put in front of her in order to get it over with. I suppose they balance each other out. They also had these two dogs that must take the place of actual children in their lives. They talked about these dogs as though they were people or something. They were both in their 40s so an actual child probably wasn't likely; they seemed to self absorbed to be bothered with raising anything more complex than a puppy anyhow.

After a seeming eternity of paperwork, I finally extracated myself from their place and headed on down to the O.C., bitch! Sorry, ever since that show O.C. has been on the air, I have the urge to add that little expletive to the end of every mention of Orange County...bitch! I met up with Moody and we got some dinner and watched the Sacramento "Queens" get punked by the Seattle SuperSonics...actually, more punked by Danny Fortson in particular. This guy seemingly gets larger with each passing year. He looks to be about 400 pounds now and also has taken to wearing his dreadlocks into two little pony tails...which might be cute on a girl, but on a monstrous black guy...well, really, who's going to make fun of him? To his face, anyways. Moody's theory for this new fashion in basketball, as it seems that all dreadlocked individuals have been doing this, is that the league put some new rule in effect about long hair covering their jersey names. Sounds good enough for me, and at least it gives them the benefit of the doubt as opposed to them doing this voluntarily as a fashion statement. Of course, this is the sport where guys wear lime green suits with no buttons...

Afterwards, we went and watched the Incredibles as everyone has been raving about it. As Newjen told me before hand,"The Incredibles is pretty incredible!" I'd have to agree. It actually did live up to it's name as the storyline was very entertaining and managed to get you involved with the various characters as most Pixar films do. The action scenes were full of heart-pumping excitement...more so do to the fact that I cared what was happening. This is in direct contradiction with a movie like Van Helsing where there isn't a moment of quiet in it's entire run and you really stop caring what the hell is going on at about 20 minutes in. My personal favorite character was the sorely underused villian at the beginning named Bomb Voyage, who was a french mime that used explosives...If only he had been in it more. Moody loved Frozone, the character voiced by Samuel L. Jackson mostly because the guy was pretty much Iceman from the X-men except that he actually skated on the ice he created...he even put his hand behind his back like the Olympic skaters. All in all, a very good time. The preview for the next Pixar movie looked like crap, however. It's called "Cars" and it appears to be a world inhabited by those annoying talking cars from a Chevron commercial. I HATE those commercials. Oh well, they're due for a bad movie anyways.