Guess it'd help if I LINKED to the new blog, wouldn't it?

Geez, I'm retarded.

Here it is: http://aintitcruel.blogspot.com/

Update your bookmarks and all that good stuff. I'll eventually integrate the blog into another URL (maybe I'll buy AintItCruel.com...again) if I can ever figure out what FTP is and how I utilize it. Anyone out there that's smarter than me wanna help?

I've got myself a new blog/journal/waste of time over at Blogger. After checking out the various features, I decided that, well, it's better than LiveJournal. And now that my work schedule has changed back to something more tolerable, I'll actually be able to give fresh content!

I can hear you all shouting for joy now, I really can.

But, the ol' LiveJournal is still going to be around (linked on the new site) for, well, basically for the same thing that it was used for on my last two posts (before this 'un). That's right! Crappy quizzes and surveys!

Farewell and adieu.

During the nine minutes between the time that I hit the snooze button and the time that my alarm goes off for the second time in the morning, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was at the mall. Nothing out of the oridinary, really. I'm always at the mall. You could almost call me a mallrat except for the fact that I actually spend money at the mall. Which is why I'm always broke but stylin'.

I'm getting off subject.

Anyways, in the dream, I was at the mall and I was walking towards the parking garage (specifically, passing Hot Topic) when who do I see before me? Bill Cosby. Only Mr. Cosby is dressed like Cliff Huxtable when he's just gotten out of bed. You know, bedroom shoes, shorts and a v-neck undershirt (seriously, I used to watch The Cosby Show a LOT). I wanted to go talk to him but at the same time didn't want to draw attention to him, as if Bill Cosby walking through the mall in his jammie wasn't going to draw attention of its own.

So I decided to do it anyway and just go introduce myself to him. No autograph hounding, none of that. Just wanted to say "Hi." So I did, and as I walk up to him, about to shake his hand, Mr. Cosby lights up a cigarette.

I was apalled. Bill Cosby doesn't smoke! I thought. He just eats pudding! The worst part was, the mall is completely smoke free - no smoking of any kind allowed indoors. And somebody should've told this to Mr. Cosby. But, it sure wasn't going to be me. I mean, this is Bill Cosby, for God's sake!

My alarm went off again and I woke up.

I really shouldn't be here right now. I should be, probably, in my car and on the way back from Columbia.

But I'm not. Obviously.

You see, there was a Jimmy Buffett concert in Columbia tonight and I had tickets. VERY good tickets. I'd made it a point to get the tickets on opening day because (a) they would've sold out otherwise and (b) I'd have ended up paying a crapload for 'em on eBay. But then, work got involved.

You see, I passed my certification at work which means, yay, I'm moving to another position and well on my way to another raise. Well, the training for this new position was supposed to be this week. And, being a 4-day training period, the final assessment would've been today. So obviously, I couldn't have missed work to go to a Jimmy Buffett concert.

And then the training got moved back until May 10th. Unfortunately, by the time I found that out (day before yesterday), I'd already concluded that I wasn't going to be able to go to Buffett and sold my ticket to somebody else. So, instead of going to Columbia, seeing Jimmy Buffett and having one of the most fun times I could possibly have, what'd I do? I stayed at home and watched Drunken Master by myself.

Sad, ain't it?

Remember how back when The Matrix Reloaded was released, people accused the big Burly Brawl fight scene between Neo and about 100 Agent Smiths as looking too much like a video game? Well, as it turns out, they were right.

From IMDb:

Troy director Wolfgang Petersen was unconcerned when Brad Pitt tore his Achilles' tendon whilst filming the lavish new epic - because he was so confident about the movie. Pitt was out of action for weeks while he recovered from the injury, but Petersen refused to worry about the lost time and money on the $185 million , because he was convinced he was making a classic film...

Am I the only one that sees the irony in this?

And pirates. 'Nuff said.