Admiral Akbar, Indeed!

Can I just say, the trailer for Starsky and Hutch looks goddamn hilarious? And what genius decided to cast Snoop Dog as Huggy Bear? That is just tops!!! Vince Vaughn as the villian...and the CAR! i don't mean that Vince is also playing the car, I just mean that in addition to him playing the villian, there is also the matter of the car...being bad-ass i mean.

My attempt to make Calimari was a crashing failure--mostly due to my getting grossed out and annoyed by the intense amount of disgusting prep work involved in cleaning squid.
First, you have to pull out the bottom half with the tenacles too. Then you take out the thing that looks like a long plastic clear thing. Then you cut a membrane off the eyes, cut the flaps off the head, and scrape off the rest of the skin. Then, if you havent' broken the ink sac (and beleive me--you do NOT want to do break the ink sac), you can either scrap out the head part or slice it open and rinse it out. Then you yank the beak out of the tenacles.

After that of course, its just slice, bread, fry and eat. But I was in no mood for food by that point.
We went to Mc Donalds. Luckily, I had saved extra WW points from over the weekend.

Yay for me!
Boo for squid.

I saw Phillip Seymor Hoffman on Daily Show tonight.
He's going to be one of those guys who alwasy gets tons of acclaim, but never becomes well known or liked among the masses. Sort of like Jared Leto, or Steve Bucemi: respected mostly by people who know and love the business. That's what i'd want if I acted professionally...in a non-porno capacity I mean.

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Everything is Bad.

Jeez, sorry all...

I'm fine, really. I didn't think that would freak you all out so bad.
Nothing awful happened, so no need to worry.
i was just sort of expressing something...

Just having one of thsoe depressive, unmotivated days punctuated by feelings of worthlessness, nightmares and all that other self-important crapola. Just trying to muddle thru it until my therapist calls me back. Then I am ashamed of being so cheesy and middle class that I'm pining for my therapist at all...

The good news is that as long as I'm feeling all self involved, I can work on some writing and posting some things over on my writing journal. H says i can finally get into my disk with all my stuff on it. I must not have been paying attention to disc technology over the last few years. H took everything from all of my little disks and put it onto one zip disk. Isn't that wild? BTW, what is the correct spelling of disk/disc anyway? As you can see, i'm divided on the issue...