Chester Molester

Once Again posting right before I go to bed, so rather tired and am not gonna write a whole heckuva lot moreNlikely.

First wanted to give a quick rundown of some movies I have seen in the theatre's lately.

The Protector - Basically Ong-Bak II, but with even worse American editing then Ong-bak, I look forward to the DVD though, the fight scenes were great, but it was more or less disappointing, maybe I expected to much after the glory that is Ong-bak.

Crank - OMFG, LOL, WTFBBQ is all I can say about this movie, it was so gloriously over-the-top. This movie's shenanigans are to other movie shenanigans, as Dynamite is to poprocks, it was great.

Beerfest - admittedly the fact that this movie tossed Mark into a drinking binge isn't saying much considering he is more or less forever locked in an eternal drinking Binge, however it was Absolute Redemption for the glorious cast of Super Troopers after making the excrement laden Dread Island or wtf it was, haha(Brain worky not so good right now).

Little Miss Sunshine - absolutely Brilliant, allstar cast, allstar performance, allstar script, allstar soundtrack, allstar directing, allstar smells, the allstars taste like allstars, Its Slaptastic, go see it, now.....Stop reading....The rest is just drivel....Go now damn you!

The Science of Sleep - For starters the name seems to have little to do with the movie, aside from a sleep theme, I learned no scientific methodologies; Kathy would be dearly disappointed. The characters seemed poorly thought out, and had superfluous attributes that did not fit them, just not that great of a movie, some fun visuals though.

I was supposed to look up stuff on honey moon sites tonight, but I got to distracted playing to much final fantasy and talking to Drew and reading sports, alas. Ahh well that is sweet payback for the abuse I had to take last night. When I went into bed, like a nice friendly manfriend, I was yelled @ for wanting some covers, then she got out of bed to use the restroom, came back in, kicked me, yelled @ me some more and turned away. I went to bed sad and confused, prolly like Hamid does every night.

As to the title of the blog, I had the unpleasant sensation of feeling like a child molester or pedophilia or Drew Farmer/Michael Harry/Jeef Laws, take your pick. I was waiting outside the changing room for jessica (@ umm Gap I think). But it was in the kids section, little girls to be exact, so I just sorta stalked around with my coke, and my usual creepiness amongst the little girls, nervous moms, and silly clothes, was quite unnerving.

Bob done now
Bob sleep
Bob dream
Bob wake up
Bob go to work
Bob try not to kill himself
rinse repeat.