Oceans -12

So I did a little of the movie watching the other day. Went down to the rental joint and saw Oceans 12 sitting there for sale: 5 bucks. Now a rental costs about 4 bucks, so I think to myself "Hey, even if it's not as good as the first one (which is what everyone tells me) it has still got to be worth an extra buck to own it." Well, I was wrong. My general impression of the flick was that it was startlingly worse than if I had gotten shitfaced, written the script myself, puked on it repeatedly, sobered up, then crossed out everything funny. And then filmed it. How it was that the plot made less sense than the point of curling I can almost forgive. The 5 minute man-ballet scene I can not. I may have laughed once, mostly to break up the awkward silence inside my head where interest and intrigue should have been. I did drink several beers; I thought it might dull my sense of humor to the point of actually being amused by the rat-shite dialog. I even tried (with all my might) to find humor in Julia Roberts playing someone who looks like Julia Roberts. It didn't work. None of it worked. And I have lost two hours of my life and 5 dollars on a plastic box and a mini Frisbee.

2500 Miles to Utah

So it's been quite a week or so, and I'm finally getting back onto a computer to check email and bone up on world news, things of that nature. Which reminds me: I have heard complaints that my email addr has been bouncing incoming email. I of course wouldn't notice, it would just seem like I don't have any friends that write me. But, back on task now, I'd like to go over a few of the momentous happening of my drive out west. There are arranged in roughly chronologic order.
1. Left Maine heavily to amazingly hung-over.






















2. Arrived in Utah banged out and heavily sedated.

Since then I have had several beers, not skied, and eaten some turkey. It has snowed 20 inches since yesterday though.

I'll Be Back

Well well, I've been a slacker. Almost as bad as goody. What can I say to defend myself? The dog puked on my computer. I did make the vain attempt to hook my mobile up to my computer and use dial-up that way. (Before the dog barf incident.) Problem is that Cingular (in their infinite wisdom) seem to block that ability. Pain in my ass. It seems that I would have to sign up for the data package for 20$ a month. Which I guess isn't all that bad. But it's not free.

Found a place to stay in Utah for the winter. It's up in Big Cottonwood Canyon, about .5 miles below Solitude. Technically I think you can't ski down to the lift, but pretty close. The gf has a ski in/out place, and she's suggested that she may allow me to hang out there once in a while. We'll just have to see.

I suggest that anyone who might like to ski in Utah should consider visiting this winter. Unless I get sponsored this will be the last hooraahh of a soon-to-be middle aged, receding hair-lined, can't drink like he used to, busted kneed, sore-backed guy trying to hang onto what little is left of his youth.

Oh, and why didn't any of you assholes tell me the template for my blog was the devil's own ugly?

Over and out.