Why am I awake?
I got back from seeing the new Adam Sandler movie at 10-something, watched the tail end of Monday Night Raw.
Internet slow as a mammoth foot through tar. Just my luck that conversation on the blog happens to be heating up, with an apparent soldier threatening possible violence upon me, and a cordial acquaintance possibly pissed off for good, though I can’t tell for sure because tone is often hard to judge on the Internet.
I write the review. Have a drink or two. So much for sobriety.
Finish the review around 3 when my Internet connection goes down. This is probably the ideal low usage time for maintenance, as far as most people are concerned.
Not me. My deadline is first thing in the morning EST.
I’ve been sitting for an hour and a half, watching the connection nearly come back, then not. Wondering if I need to drive around looking for an all-night Kinkos.
Now it’s back up. I think. I sent out the email and hope for the best.
Don’t you just envy the glamorous life of a film reviewer?
Anyway, so this black guy and a gay dude walk into a bar, and they have intercourse. It’s funny because it wasn’t a gay bar.
I wonder why I’m awake at 7:47.
No presumption intended, however if I am the cordial acquaintance, kindly note that my first name is “Mild.”
Anyone with Adam Sandler, pro-wrestling, alcohol and a deadline with an [insult you would probably delete due to your policies, even though it's true] running through their system is bound to have some trouble perceiving tone, thus this possibly unnecessary clarification.
As extremely stupid people are proving, though, it is pretty hard to be happy these days.
Have fun.
M.U.T. out.
Oops. You meant that whatever guy. Missed that detail in the crap-storm. Now M.U.T. gone.
good work though!
M.U.T seems a bit grumpy…