My cats are awesome, don't get me wrong. I just get the distinct impression that it's every man for themselves around the estate here.
It's also important for me to note that while I'm doodling this one out I get two calls from telemarketers trying to sell me a security system for my manor. Of course I talked to them for twenty minutes with no intention of buying but I wasn't a jerk and tried to kid around with these poor folks trying to sell something that almost no one wants unless they already have it.
Netflix is going to bestow a gift unto me soon also: I'll be getting Predators soon on my queue. I can not wait to make fun of this thing from fade in to credits. If there are a few badass moments with alien hunters cracking skulls so be it, but seeing Adrian Brody as a tough guy is too good to pass up. If I'm surprised, be sure you'll hear about it.
I'm going to wrap this up soon before it becomes a discussion of the snack I'm thinking about making for myself. Before I do that though, be sure to leave me a comment, a suggestion, or a short haiku related to my greatness! We'll meet again later down the road, and be better for it.
Punch it, Chewie!
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