For anyone that is just a little bit curious, the film Fast and Furious (the one that came out in theaters last week) is not a remake of the film The Fast and The Furious, but a sequel. When they start messing with movie titles, there arises a slew of chronological confusion. Lev saw this movie recently and said that it takes place after 2 Fast 2 Furious, but before The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift. He also stated that these films have ruined underground racing the same way that Tony Hawk has ruined skateboarding.
Quick Qomments:
- Great job for when I get out of college: International Courier.
- Amazing warm beverage: Hot chocolate with whip cream and a shot of espresso.
- Neil Young and Charles Manson were good friends.
- There should be more dinosaurs.
Speak easy,
Neil
Showing posts with label Dinosaurs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dinosaurs. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Dinosaurs that give birth
Moments ago I was walking up to the front entrance of the university Dining Common when I see, in my peripheral vision, that a girl is turning her head in my direction. Immediately following this, I hear her yell the word "Loser!" incredibly loud. My first thought was that it was someone that I knew but for some reason or another did notice (this happens more often than you would think). It turned out to be a girl just yelling into her cell phone. I was flustered and confused and she apologized. When people make rude gestures at me in public I usually don't take it personally. As I turned around to open the door I just heard her and her friend "aww" in unison, the way most teenage girls do. The sound was familiar but I can't recall the last time I heard it first hand.
Recently, on account of cold weather, I have been consistently putting on and taking off my black gloves. Every time I put them on, I do it very slowly and imagine that I am about to commit a murder. Non-diagetic ominous tones in my head heighten the mood. The laughing people in front of me, with their false sense of security, are none the wiser. Once the tips of my fingers reach the end of the glove the mood is shattered and everything goes back to regular speed.
Speak easy,
Neil
Recently, on account of cold weather, I have been consistently putting on and taking off my black gloves. Every time I put them on, I do it very slowly and imagine that I am about to commit a murder. Non-diagetic ominous tones in my head heighten the mood. The laughing people in front of me, with their false sense of security, are none the wiser. Once the tips of my fingers reach the end of the glove the mood is shattered and everything goes back to regular speed.
Speak easy,
Neil
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