i pity the foo.

yeah, so who's heard about Mr. T recently?
seems he's starting his own reali-T-show.
'i pity the foo!' it's called.

awesome commercials, though, i have to say.

'12 items or less is not a suggestion, foo!'

because, as mr. t has so graciously taught us on many occasions, and is now advertising in his line of commercials;
'because in every city, there be foos! to pity!'

on another, slightly more political note (not that i don't think mr. t announcing a reality tv show has a large impact on politics.....yeah, i'm sure mark foley copy-cats in government will be extra careful to cover their tracks from now on; with mr. t pitying fools everywhere......)....er....anyway, is it true oprah is planning to run for president?

because if this is true, that definitley speeds up the 'let's-migrate-to-europe-so-we-don't-suffer-from-our-president's-stupidity-and-total-lack-of-knowledge-about-international-curture-any-longer-and-besides-they-have-better-food-there' idea...to....oh....say..........next week. although i'm sure oprah has an excellent record about knowing international culture and customs....then again, she reads off a teleprompter.
on top of that, i'm not at all comfortable with how she might handle a crisis.
CNN: Yes, America is in serious trouble.
President Oprah: People, people, it's okay. It's okay. I'm Oprah. It's okay. Here, here, someone get these people some free cars! Free cars, everyone! See? Everything's fine! What? You.....you don't wan't the ca-.....? Ok! You know what, even better! Here's tickets for everyone to my annual Legends Ball! Free tickets for everyone! You cannot get these on the street, people!

As jule put it in english this morning,
Oprah: It's okay, all right? It's o- It's fine! It's.....everything's fine; i baked these little cupcakes with ducks on them! Everything will be just fine. Missles? pssh.

Yeah. so....um......i vote...er.....Dane Cook for president! yes! Dane Cook! we could just make jokes about crises then; at least everyone would die happy.

Except for me. Because I'd be in Europe getting fat.

and as for you, anonymous reviewer; this isn't a 'website'; its a blog. blog. hence the name.
psh.
and quite honestly, if you spend your time looking thru random blogs and then saying uncalled for and rather mean things, you really need a life.
and by the way, saying you'll 'hunt someone down' is a threat. and threats are illegal. just thought you might want to remember that before you threaten a person in the future.

ok.....so have a nice day=).

when i assume power as a world dictator sometime in the future, something's being done about this.

ok, it's official. i fucking hate the Matrix Revolutions. hate it. hate it hate it hate it.
excerpt from my current away message:

are you fucking kidding me?! first, they have to go and burn out keanu reeves' gorgeous eyes, which is bad enough, and now they decide to kill trinity?! and it's not even like its some kick ass death! she didn't even go out with a bang, like.....fighting the machines 100 to 1....or 2, rather, since Neo's with her, i mean, she deserved like....slow-mo or something at least! instead, she dies with a bunch of wire-thingys thru her because neo and his dumb ass 'fire vision' told her to crash their ship thru the goddamned machine city! they can't kill trinity that way! its a pussy way to die! i mean, come on, must i repeat it again?! she rode a ducati against traffic down a new york freeway wearing a black leather suit while being chased by ghosty things and agents, all the while wearing 6 inch stiletto heals. obviously, she shouldn't be that easy to kill! oh fuck this. fucking hate you matrix revolutions. you killed trinity. and you burnt out fucking keanu reeves' eyes. bastards.

and that's not even the worst. because now i've finished watching it, and i have to say, that was the cheesiest ending ever. a sunrise. a fucking sunrise. what happened?! Matrix-- kick ass. best movie ever. better then v for vendetta. Matrix Reloaded-- pretty good considering it was a sequel. and not just any sequel, so there was a lot to live up to. And now this movie. And the worst part is that at the end, you have no idea what happened to neo, and the last time you see him his eyes are still burnt out, which is not how i would prefer to remember him. And what is up with the plot line?! they could have done way better. there are so many things that don't make sense and it's pissing me off. like, how can the machines just suddenly declare peace and agree to let all the humans go?! what are they supposed to live off of then?! i mean, that was the entire point of the first two movies, and now bam! it turns out that all it takes is for neo to walk up there and be like, 'all i want is peace, and i'll take smith out.' what the hell?! the machines need the power people generate to survive! they can't just let them go!
psh.
fucking hate this movie.

damn you j j abrams!

ok really; what is up with this rumor everyone's been hearing about how LOST is starting late, and then only playing like three episodes before going away until january? ok. i really am trying not to be totally mean here, but honestly, what the fuck?! you can't do that to us! i mean, last season's finale was bad enough, with the whole not knowing if a bunch of key characters died, and then all summer, that stupid LOST Experience game that no one could figure out where to start playing! and now, you're telling us that you're only going to show a few episodes before completely abandoning us to our imaginations for three months?! no freaking way. fuck this show.
ok i think i'm done with the cursing for a bit.
on a different note, i think enterprise rent a car might have successfully set women back by 200 hundred years. no joke. it's on that commercial, with the three women renting a car and i guess going on a spontainious road trip, but who knows. the point is, the humiliation starts when the car pulls up, and i believe one of the women says something to the effect of 'let's go girls', and they go to slow-mo and the other woman shakes her hair out and the third one pulls her scarf off her neck and lets it flutter off behind the car. i very nearly threw something at the tv. then again, i could just be mistaking very poor acting for a sexist and stereotypical commercial. or, it might in fact be a combination of the two. either way, it's quite sad to watch.
and now i have to go with mom and kris and probably tiff to dinner for kris' birthday. so bye.