Swearing @ MindSay

ok well i have no clue why i made this blog, i was just wondering, what is your favorite swear. mine is "shit" i think. wow now that im actually typing this its even weirder than i thought but ya this is a strange blog. im bored so reply and tell me your favorite swear. wtf why am i doing this??? well what ever just reply i guess, if you want, i think, ummm, yep..... ok...ya.....soooo..... yep..... mhm.. ya ok well bye now c ya later.

 

 

P.S. reply to my last blog.

Dixie currently feels:

FURIOUS

 

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WHY HAS EVERYTHING PISSED ME OFF TODAY?!

 

ARGHHHHHHH...!!!!

 

 

It's Saturday, I'm supposed to be calm, relaxed, enjoying my free time.

BUT NOOO...

EVERYTHING infuriates me - from the second I wake up, right up until NOW.

 

 

- I'm woken up by my shitty body clock FAR TOO EARLY. So I lay there for about an hour, doing sweet FA!

 

- I go downstairs to put in some laundry - THERE'S NO POWDER.

 

- I asked mam if she'd trim my fringe - SHE SAID SHE COULD DO IT STRAIGHT...

 

BUT FUCKING NO.

SHE HAS TO CUT IT ON A FUCKED UP ANGLE.

 

So now I have one side (the left, how typical), that's bodged, and one side, that's fine.

I'm still radiating fury about it now.

I'm not speaking to her now, and she's never fucking coming near my hair again.

 

- Adam comes down - we're both hungry; there's SWEET F-A IN THE CUPBOARDS.

So we have to force hot-dogs and instant mashed potato down our throats. NOT a very appetising combo, WHATSOEVER.

 

- I'm bored for most of the day, we have SOD ALL to do.

 

- I play some GH3 - I snap my left middle finger back on itself trying to go from a red-yellow-orange chord to a green-red-blue chord.

 

- After Adam leaves, I realise I have a 4 INCH STACK OF COURSEWORK.

 

- It also dawns upon me that I have today and tomorrow to fill... errrrrmm... TWENTY-ONE pages in my BASTARD TEXTILES SKETCHBOOK - FOR FUCKING MONDAY.

 

YEAH, LIKE THAT'S HAPPENING.

 

- I start typing up this blog, my fingers aren't working at all - THEY'RE STILL NOT... I'm making so many pissing typos, it's ridiculous.

 

 

 

...FUCKING STRESS.

 

You know, I don't swear in blogs.

 

But FOR FUCK'S SAKE...

When you've had a day like this - what the fuck else CAN you do?

 

I've already destroyed my room - which has pissed me off more - I can't STAND sitting in a trashed room where I can't find anything.

AND, I'm starting to feel really really sick - it's far too warm in here, I have a headache, and I'm probably going to wake up in a puddle of my own vomit.

 

 

How fucking grand.

Much like Col. XkachoojiX, I too have been indulging in some cinematic "brilliance" of late. My Netflix account is currntly up to full speed again so on Saturday, I got The Mad Butcher via Something Weird. So yeah, when I get something from the Something Weird catalog of films, I have a certain standard of expectation. While their sexploitation movies leave a massive amount to be desired, the horror/slasher films are among the best in terms if payoff in the gore department. With the high watermark being The Wizard Of Gore, I am expecting The Mad Butcher to deliver. The concept is genius — a German butcher is finally released from the mental hospital to return to normal life after 3 years in the rubber room. As her returns to his shop, he is in a bit of conflict between staring at the silhouette of the naked woman across the way and his irritating, nagging wife. After a scuffle, he chokes his wife to death and decides that he can turn his wife into sausage to hide the evidence. He does so and the sausage is so beloved by his customers, he keeps killing people and turning them into sausage. Sounds amazing? Yes.....but no. One question — WHERE IS THE GORE?!?!?!?!? There is none. Zero. Zilch. Nadda. Nothing. Even the moments of violence are no more brutal than anything you've seen on a rerun of Andy Griffith. Everything is implied. The thing that really ruins this movie is that it is just an uncomfortable mix from the outset. The lead, played by Victor Buono, is cast well enough but the problem lies in that this movie is schlock, it knows it is schlock but Victor Buono was an actual actor, not a Z-Grade hack. So, aside from the obvious lack of gore and hilarity, you have an actual actor surrounded by talentless dopes in an obvious Z-grade film. Total disappointment, especially considering that, given the context, The Mad Butcher had a TON of potential to rock the proverbial house.

So then, on Monday night, we watched Crank on Blu-ray. First off, despite my slandering it in the beginning, Blu-Ray really is impressive beyond mere words. If you have an HDTV, it's worth buying a PS3 for because the picture quality is ridiculous. As for Crank itself, I'm a pretty big fan of Jason Statham so I'm REALLY forgiving when it comes to his movies. I think that trailer was a dead giveaway that this movie would be big budget schlock but despite this fact, the movie was pretty darn entertaining. Jason Statham is actually a great actor so he has the ability to take a movie of this type and make it better. That is not to say that Crank sucked aside from Statham because it was actually a good movie for what it was. All I'm saying is that Jason Statham made it better. He has the ability to act and have his personality shine through while still being believable in an action role. Sorry Steven Seagal and Arnold fans. Jason Statham is the action king now, even though I still believe his best roles are ahead of him.

So last night, we walked in in time to see Snakes On A Plane. I hadn't seen it in about 8 months now and initially, I was kind of like "Man, I'm not in the mood for this movie right now." but those feelings quickly dissipated because again, the movie holds enough entertaining moments to be a fun movie. Besides, Samuel L. Jackson can carry pretty much any movie from the depths of idiocy. Take the snakes out and replace Jackson with any other actor and this movie is the worst thing ever. Add him back in and have an extreme antagonist such as hundreds of poisonous snakes.....comedy gold. If I ever make a movie, I thinking Sharks In A Submarine. Me thinks that Snakes On A Plane could be this generation's Escape From New York. Just watch.

Yes...I've been indulging in cinema schlock again. Sue me, I'm a guy. As much as I like artsy indie movies and movies that make me think, I am still equally excited by tons of gore and destruction.

On a side note (sort of), watching Snakes On A Plane made me ponder this question: Who has the best movie "fuck"? What I mean is in all of cinema history, who has the most effective on-screen use of the word "fuck"? To get us started, here are my top 5 movie "fucks".

1. Samuel L. Jackson (duh)
2. Joe Pesci
3. Dave Chappelle
4. Robert Deniro
5. Vinnie Jones
Honorable Mention: Alan Ford (otherwise known as Brick Top)

My husband Nelson works from home, so he's the one who takes Emma to school in the morning.  Usually I'm out of the house before either of them are awake.  But there was a little booby trap waiting for me this morning...

Last night while we had friends over, a picture in the bathroom crashed to the floor.  It's been there for more than a year, but I think the frame was kinda cheap.  Another frame of the same type busted in the same way a couple months back.  Well, the frame brought this bronze thingy to the floor as well.  It's got a hook on one side, is a little ornamental, and has a nail sticking out the back, about 3/4 of an inch long.  Usually we're all barefoot at home, so I was very careful in cleaning up the glass, and I put the little nail thing in a safe place on a dish on a sideboard.

So imagine my surprise this morning when I stepped on something.  At first I thought it was just a crumb or some little bead.  But effin' A!  I cried out loud with the pain because the whole length of the nail went into my foot!

Nelson came running out, woken from a deep sleep, "Honey!  What's wrong!"  I was still swearing, and said, "How the f&#* did this thing get from there to there!"

"I don't know," he said.  I think I scared him a little.  "I didn't do it!"

"Oh, I know.  I'm not blaming you."  (I was, really.)

Click here with your headphones/speakers on... but don't do it if you have kids, bosses, anti-swearing nuns, or any other type of bad-word nazis.

Yeah, it's pretty childish, but at this godawful time you call the morning, it made me smile. Seriously, it is too early! I woke up at 6, and I only went to sleep after 2! Perhaps I'll be able to get an early night though... I hope so... Anyway, yakisoba for lunch, yum yum.

Adios Amigos