Harry Potter vs. Master Chief

Anyway, I scooted on over to GameStop today to spend a $15 gift card I got as a bachelor party present. And, as ridiculous the notion of buying a video game for fifteen bucks is, I found something far better and, I feel, much more entertaining. That’s right, a Master Chief figurine who now resides on a precipice located near our front door with his rocket launcher site vigilantly trained on unwitting guests who enter therein. Now all I need is a Harry Potter figure, wand primed and at the ready, to place on the same precipice--forever engaged in battle with MC that will undoubtedly last until the end of time.

I’m not sure why, but when I was buying the Master Chief “doll” (as Charlotte sarcastically noted), the clerk shot me a furtive look as though silently judging me for making such a purchase. Should I care? I thought not until a three hundred pound kid (who freakishly resembled the fat kid in the bar mitzvah scene in The Wedding Singer) said spiritedly, “Wow, cool, man. Joey, check this out!” Then another kid came scrambling over and they proceeded to remark on the Master Chief figure. The fat kid then asked, “do you play Halo?” to which replied with a very terse “yes.” Then he asked, “are you any good?” to which I replied with a very terse “no.”
Fat kids, I find, are pretty annoying, albeit fun to look at.

Michael Moore has taken subjectivity to new and dizzying heights. A couple of weeks ago I watched “Fahrenheit 9/11” and then rented “Bowling for Columbine” last week and I want to check out “Roger & Me” sometime in the near future.

I also watched “Mystic River” the other day and I would recommend it to anyone who... well, just to anyone. Strangely enough, I was most impressed by Penn’s performance; he seems to have developed a mature and unmethodical sense of acting. If you see it, I daresay you’ll know what I mean.

I’ll end with this, the craziest of all anecdotes. I went to check the mail today when I heard a low malicious mewing that only emanates from a deranged cat poised to strike. As I craned my head upwards, sure enough, a grayish-black cat was perched atop the mailboxes with a crazed look I have never before witnessed in a domesticated animal. I backed away slowly then ran away like a little girl.

Spooky stuff.