HAHAHA!

Ok, Scooby-Doo was a hell of a lot more amusing than it had a right to be. I think I stand with other fans when I say they couldn't have chosen a better villian.

Yes, the dog looked phoney. Yes it had Matthew Lillard.

But...it had Sarah Michelle Gellar putting her stunts on Buffy to shame, Freddie Prinze Jr. (always a fine bit of eye-candy), and the amusing cameo by Sugar Ray (Hmmm...lots of male type beefcake in this movie). And the deleted scene of Velma singing a Torch Song was by far one of the funniest things I have seen in a while.

Tomorrow, after my nice 10 hour shift, I actually have stuff of consequence to post about. But since work sucks, I need the lite and frothy to make it through until bed.

Peace out.

James

Well, that idea was a failure...

Ok, I was going to try out the new On Demand thingie on digi cable, but the damn thing rebooted the box. (Yes, to those of you roomies reading this, I was going to tell you about it and pay for it. If it shows up on the bill, call and bitch. It didn't work.)
So anyway, I guess we get the relevant issues here.
Where do I start. This has all been going on for a while. Recently, hell, I can't really say when it actually started, I've been dreaming about Mike a lot. More often than not, I dream he's sleeping beside me, and I'm always so pissed when I wake up and he's not there.
Now I know I've mentioned Mike a lot on here at various points, so let's go back and tell the umpteenth version of this goddamn story.
( Mike's story )

If you make it through that, I'm hoping you'll understand that I had something close to closure with Mike. Problem being that the dreams make me miss him a bit. I still think that somedays we should still be together, while others I know we wouldn't have made it. But he's no longer a gaping sore on my soul. He more like an old friend I worry about on dark nights.