_I spent my Wednesday hanging out with my brother. It’s always good times! We’ve been getting back into tabletop games over the past couple of years, and with pesky things like “Trying to support oneself and their loved ones” getting in the way, we’ve started to amass a backlog of board games we’ve purchased but haven’t got to the table and oh God is there no part of life like this-
So we finally we able to get a Christmas gift down to learn the rules and play it. We played Roll For the Galaxy, and it was just…great. Really, really good. We got through two games, and on the drive home, I was like “All I can think about is Roll and how I wish I was playing another game of it right now.”
“Her family has sworn to uphold the law. His is committed to breaking it. Does this romance stand a chance?”
It’s Korean! Enemies In-Law.
_One thing I don’t understand with some stuff on Netflix is when they put something on by itself. Take, for instance, Fuller House, a sequel series to Full House…but they don’t have the original Full House series on Netflix. Or The Cloverfield Paradox…but none of the other Cloverfield movies. Or the Taken show…but none of the movies. Come on Netflix, I know you have to pay for rights, but I’m not about to jump into this shit without watching the first stuff, or even without a refresher if it’s been a while. Not that I would watch all of that stuff, probably just the Taken movies and 10 Cloverfield Lane because Mary Elizabeth Winstead is in it, but point still stands.
“A bobsled team from the tropics. A trainer with a tainted reputation. Everyone loves a good underdog story, right?”
Jamaica, they got a bobsled team. Cool runnings.
_*Yawn* Excuse the tardiness of this post, I was pretty tired last night! It can hit you like a wave, man. That’s actually a good descriptor for when I’m tired. I sit down on my bed for a moment, then suddenly, it’s like an invisible wave strikes my body and knocks my body over, and from there, it presses on me and holds me down, leaving me only to writhe around on my mattress until I pass out.
“Affable alien Ratchet longs to be a Galactic Ranger and might get the chance when rogue robot Clank tells him of evil Drek’s plot to destroy a galaxy.”
Furries and robots, it’s Ratchet and Clank.
_Recently, there has been a wildly disturbing trend here in the city of Las Vegas. For my entire life, Vegas has been the true City That Never Sleeps, we just weren’t all preachy about it and making it our nickname and stuff. Vegas was the place where you could just exist at night and not be a weirdo. Sure, I’ll admit, most of the people who do exist at night are weirdos, but the option was there. I routinely do my grocery shopping at 3am. That’s the the time of day that works for me. And that’s Vegas. You could generally do what you needed to do whenever it worked for you…
…except now all of the 24 hour supermarkets are switching to closing at midnight and opening back up at 6am. My grocery time is suddenly gone. I honestly don’t know when I’m going to go get groceries anymore. It’s distressing. It’s only been a couple weeks since all the stores near me have now switched no a non-24 hour schedule and I honestly have to keep stopping myself from going to the store because I forgot it’s closed. I already miss my grocery time, man.
“A serial killer is on the loose, taking lives — and identities. Can an FBI profiler trust the only witness?”
Well done for putting the title of the movie in the blurb lol. Taking Lives.
_So I went to the store earlier because I wanted some orange juice. I was running low. I got there, took a look at all of the jugs and went “Hey, what’s this cheapass juice here?” I’d never seen it before. It was like…$3 less than the other brands, about 3 cents less per ounce. Good price…but here’s the thing. I know price isn’t the only indicator of quality, but it’s not like Tropicana is the only game in town. There’s Trop, there’s Florida’s Natural, Minute Maid, Simply Orange, they still make the Donald Duck one…point is, it’s a crowded market. When I see all these different brands, I say to myself “If everybody in this cutthroat orange juice game is trying to out-do each other, and those are all $5 a gallon…what the fuck are these guys doing to get this at $3 per?”
It’s easy. It sucks. I have the glass here with that $3 OJ and it’s $3 a gallon because it’s trash. I wasn’t gonna knock it until I tried it, I tried it, it’s garbo. I’m paying that $5 premium next time, every time. Fuck, this glass sucks.
“She’s looking for a story. He’s looking for his 15 minutes of fame. Now they’re working together to track a killer.”
HAHA wow, that is thus far the most inaccurate blurb of the month. It’s Eyewitness.
_You know, I don’t know if I’d say I have a comfort food. I enjoy food, but nothing I can think of where I’d go “I feel like shit, better go have a bowl of ice cream.” But you know what I do like? Drinking. Not alcohol, I don’t partake. But…orange juice? Apple juice? Hot chocolate? Root beer? Yeah. Yes yes yes. Keep it coming, forever, until time stops. It’s the closest thing to pouring joy directly into my body. It doesn’t sound healthy, because it probably isn’t. But whew…that’s all my jam, man.
“A gunrunner and a fisherman are trapped in the violent African diamond trade. The sparkle is only on the surface.”
It’s a pretty metal title. Blood Diamond.
_I remember the last time I had a dream where I was falling. It wasn’t scary. At all. It was one of those dreams where I just ended up in the midst of it, and realized “…oh, I’m falling.” It was dark all around me. I had no idea if I was about to land on something. It was just like…an endless pit. Soon, I just accepted this and completely relaxed. I felt the wind against my face, I moved my body into whatever position I felt like, which was probably easier in a dream than if I actually were falling…but it was a sensation of…nothing against my body, no physical object touching any part of me…it was calming. I’ve never had a dream where I fell from a building and hit the sidewalk and woke up or anything. This is it. I dug my falling dream. I’d gladly have another one.
“Three New York drag queens on their way to Hollywood for a beauty pageant get stranded in a small Midwestern town when their car breaks down.”
She is statuesque. To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar.