This movie had an absolutely horrible story. Incredible acting, crap story. The whole cast did a great job at convincing you they are frickin’ nut balls, but whoever wrote this movie and convinced these actors to sign on, should be banned from Hollywood. Following the blessed end to this movie (blessed because it was finally over!) the entire audience in the theatre were laughing about how ridiculous this movie was and why they wasted time and money watching this.

I almost feel that my time spent screening some of the really crappy movies I had to screen as a projectionist was time better spent.

Hell, I rarely ever review a movie on here, but the mere fact that I am writing about this one should demonstrate just how bad it was.

Oh and BTW, the Grapevine AMC 30 up here charge $9/ticket for an evening show! That isn’t too big a difference really, especially if you are already at the mall and planning to watch an evening show. However, when you are planning to watch a 4:30 movie (assumed to be a $7 matinee) and their evening times start at 4pm on weekends, it will make you laugh at the cashier, walk off, and spend less than half that difference in gas (ok, maybe just a bit more than half…we were in the GTO ;)) driving to another theatre chain. That will be the last time I consider AMC. I will stick with Cinemark and the Denton Movie Tavern from now on for reasonable ticket prices ($5.50 and $4 respectively for shows before 6pm)!

- peeps

I am really getting annoyed with restaurants…

Why is it that every place we go that has sweetener on the table, it is damp and clumpy. I sure hope it is damp and clumpy from someone leaving it next to a humidifier overnight and not from an hourly drenching of cleansers and disinfectants used to clean the tables. Or perhaps the box it came in was sitting on the floor in the kitchen as they mopped away the daily grime while not caring that the box of sweetener was getting soaked with who-knows-what. I know I really don’t want to know the answer and it never really bothered me before when it would happen at 1 in every 5 or 10 restaurants. But now, it seems that it is like that everywhere, even the brand new chain by our house that has only been open for a week!

Maybe the disinfectant drenched sweetener disinfects my insides

Perhaps I should keep a box of sweetener in each car, but then how thirsty will I be? Will I need 2 packets or 10 packets?

I guess I just don’t undersand what is so hard about keeping products that should remain dry….dry…

Maybe I should collect packets, label them, and send them off to some lab for testing. Then sell the story to a news agency.

- peeps

Now this won’t be some sappy post about how much I love my wife (which is immeasurable by the way ). Although I’m sure she would love that.

No, this is about a longing you feel only when deprived of the pavement pounding, rubber burning, gas guzzling, adrenaline pumping acceleration that gives you that SEG (shit eating grin) every time you tap the right pedal of the 400 hp beast known as the 2005 GTO.

After 3 1/2 weeks of being gone to Indonesia and doing basically no driving, I almost forgot how much fun my Goat is to drive…the key word there is ALMOST! I was itching to get back to that sweet, sweet, rumbling Torrid Red monster.

Since I have been back the past 2 weeks, I think I have sat in Tasha’s car maybe 2 times. Its not that her car isn’t nice. I just can’t say no to the GTO begging me to stretch her long legs after 3 1/2 weeks without any “exercise”. The only day she saw sunlight for the time I was gone was on the day Tasha took her in to get the windows tinted (thanks again honey!).

I went back today and read my post that has the Autoextremist review of the 2005 GTO and after having the car for 2 years, I still think this article is spot on! The juice is DEFINITELY worth the squeeze!

It is a shame that the current generation GTO production has stopped. I can only hope the next generation invokes the same feelings in anyone that has the privilege to drive one. Long live the Goat!

- peeps

Well, in case you weren’t aware from the previous couple posts, I went to Indonesia again for work for what was supposed to be 2 weeks on site. I won’t re-hash the issues with the flights; you can read it below….

Other than getting in a round of golf the first Sunday I was in Soroako, the rest of the time there was pretty uneventful. I have highlighted the exciting events below:

My co-worker that I was traveling with had scheduled his arranged marriage to coincide with our trip, so I got to go to an Indonesian wedding reception. He had kept it quite around the office and I didn’t even find out until we were in Bali. Quite a surprise! All I can say is I am glad our wedding decorations were not selected by an Indonesian Basically, they line a walkway with all the family members, have the wedding party up on a stage decorated with bright colors and other decor, with food lining the exit aisle. So you have this huge receiving line with local food at the end. I guess if you know all the people there you might work up an appetite by the time you get to the end of the line. I didn’t stick around for the dancing, but he said that it went on for a few hours. I think he even left before the dancing ended….Now he gets to deal with all the Visa requirements to get her back to the US.

I think because its life would be short with any decision it makes and no decision is a realy good one….on the same side, the other side, or while crossing. I think during the 9 hour drive from Soroako to Kolaka last sunday, my driver almost hit about 10 chickens while passing through the villages. And then maybe 3-5 on the 3 hour drive from Kolaka to Kendari last night. So that covers the middle of the road. Now on either side, the chicken must know that one of the locals will be snatching it up soon for dinner, so it better not hang out too long. I think just constantly crossing the road makes the chicken feel that its life will be longer by avoiding being eaten. That is if it can avoid the cars….

Sometimes it is scary to see the chickens pecking at scraps and whatever it can find to eat on the side of the roads or the fields….especially after you were just next door having chicken for lunch. Perhaps the chicken I ate was running around trying to get run over the day before Oh well! It was all pretty tasty and I didn’t get sick.

Finally back in civilization (Jakarta Airport) and headed towards home after departing home on January 30th and adding an extra week to my trip to visit another client on the same island.

More to come when I have time to jot it all down….and tons of pictures.

- peeps