Tom is Away

The opening of Roger Ebert’s review of the new Transformers movie:

“Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen” is a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments. One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine. Such are the meager joys. If you want to save yourself the ticket price, go into the kitchen, cue up a male choir singing the music of hell, and get a kid to start banging pots and pans together. Then close your eyes and use your imagination.

back on the regular writing schedule today. Plowing through as many pages as possible before it gets too hot up here.

watching the replay of Eagles-Cowboys (week 2, 2008) on NFL network, at least until the part where the eagles start to suck. I’m not watching that McNabb/westbrook fumble again.

back to reading. summer syllabus will get done tomorrow, i hope.

working in the afternoon today, which I just realized is a terrible idea because the office is probably 100 degrees.

temporary new favorite band: Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears

mowing the lawn. next house, no grass allowed.

well, that was really a pretty entertaining game.
US midfield just isn’t skilled enough.

hopefully the US soccer team doesn’t embarrass itself like it does every time it starts to gain some momentum and hype.

At Ashley’s birthday party, watching her get older.

out to see The Hangover

figuring out how to best grill chilean sea bass

looking for a good movie to see tonight

not nearly as productive as hoped. Goal for next week (starting tomorrow): 60+ pages written by Friday afternoon.

Three threads from a Michael Jackson message board:

Will the pain ever go away?: Sample response: “It won’t for me. ever.”

If you think about suicide or if you just can’t handle the incredible pain, this is your thread…: 275 posts, many from people legitimately contemplating MJ-related suicide.

Will Obama release a statement?: sure, why the hell not? Apparently, it was disrespectful for him not to mention MJ during a speech on the fucking revolution in Iran.

working.

everything finally all transferred over.
now, seeing how far I can chuck my old laptop from my roof.

i hope someone punches rod barajas in the face tonight.

Original post censored/deleted by my life partner, so no editorializing here. I am currently attending a margarita party.

in my semi-annual panic about syllabus writing