Randomania

...call before you come
“Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.”
Jules de Gaultier

I feel like a Renaisance man because I get as excited at the thought of a 1969 Shelby Cobra GT as I do when I think about getting more memory for my new computer that already has 2 gigs…don’t get me started on slaving the old harddrive.

I never felt the threat of the Joker until I saw The Dark Knight Saturday…for those debating it…Jack’s version sucks in comparison.

I sometimes think I’d like to get into a sword fight.

I think my roommates cat always knows what I’m saying…but picks what to respond to.

Sometimes in my head I think like a Lolcat.

I haven’t looked…but I’m sure there is muppet porn out there.

Sometimes I wish I was from Scotland…so I could identify myself as a Highlander…not like the movie…the phrase just sounds cool.

In movies people get mad and start breaking things from anger…if I ever do that it’s because I’ve always wanted to and have been presented with the chance to get away with it.

I want to buy a boot knife.

I keep having thoughts of being disrespected and instead of punching or yelling…grabbing the person by the throat and talking to them like I’m explaining some paperwork.

Venture Bros. is the shit.

I’ll feel like a true success when I get to have a mini-bar in my office.

I don’t fawn over babies, I like kids that can talk. So when there are sibilings present, a baby and an older child, I talk to the older one so people don’t have to a chance to ask them what they think about the baby.

I’m never scared of peoples dogs…I worry if the person will get mad if I have to hurt their pet cause they didn’t have it under control.

I still want to learn to surf.

X-Games > Olympics.

When I think of being a movie character I don’t think of being the hero…I think of being the guy that goes to fight approaching enemy warriors to give the hero more time to do….whatever.

I wish saturday morning cartoons were better…I hope by the time I have kids they are, I don’t want to have to watch crap with my kids.

Baltimore’s main business is tourism…and I keep wondering what people are coming to see.