Current location:	library
Current mood:	quixotic
Current music:	mix cd, currently eminem

Clerks II (written 8/5/06)
So, I saw Clerks II. I was afraid that I wouldn’t remember enough from the original Clerks, but most of it came back to me. Not that you need to remember the first to enjoy the second, but it does add another layer of humor and enjoyment. I went to the Starlite showing and was the only person in the theater, which was great because I laughed my ass off. Seriously, I laughed, guffawed, giggled, and on and on. What is so funny is that I don’t always like some of the humor types that Kevin Smith uses, but when he uses them, it is hilarious. Don’t know what it is. I like the little touches, too. I wanted to laugh every time I saw the Mooby slogan. And Dante always reminds me of someone. I don’t know who, but he always seems like someone I know. Maybe he is just the Everyman. Maybe there is just a part of him that every man has or something, I don’t know. And Becky kicks ass. She is much cooler (and hotter) than what’s her name. Plus, I think there is a lot about her that many women can relate to. How a couple of weeks turns into years, being happy for someone even when you’re sad for yourself, although not all of us are willing to f*$@ a fugly, indecisive man on the prep station. When I was leaving the theater, the usher asked if I had liked the movie. I don’t know if he was just being polite, curious, or surprised that I was watching that movie (or maybe he had heard me laughing). A couple of years ago, I decided to have a Kevin Smith marathon and the Blockbuster clerk was surprised and impressed that I was interested in these movies. Do I just seem like the type that wouldn’t watch these flicks, or what? Maybe I just read too much into stuff. I’ve been in a weird place this year. A lot has been going on and I sometimes feel like I am just bobbing along at sea. I’ve gotten to where I don’t even put forth much effort at work, which isn’t like me. I am working toward a resolution of this limbo, as some of you know, but it is getting harder and harder to be patient and even harder to maintain my sanity (what little I have). At least my horse is well and mine. Although the wicked witch and her cronies had better hope that my attorney and family have mercy. Not likely. I think they’re even pissier than I am about what I was put through. What pisses me off the most is that my horse is changed. In the past, I could take her picture in the field with no halter or anything. Now the camera frightens her. If I could put that witch through what she put my horse and me through, I would. I’ll just have to settle for suing her high and mighty butt and hope that the court sees my side of it.

In the big scheme of things, I do not have much to complain about. It’s like the story about Fishhooks McCarthy that Donna told to Josh on “The West Wing.” Fishhooks said the same prayer, “Lord, give me health and strength. We’ll steal the rest.” I’ve got health and strength, so I can guess I can find a way to wait for the rest to fall into place, or I’ll steal the rest.