the rabbits of the night

now this is just getting to be frickin ridiculous! it's in the bloody 40's out right now, raining for days on end. now, don't get me wrong, i'm the last guy you'll see outside "enjoying the weather"...but we're well into the current baseball season, closing in on june, and people are wearing fleece on a regular basis. arrgghhh....anyway, here are some things that have gone down since last we spoke....."revenge of the sith" kicked my ass...i purchased season one of "scrubs", which makes me happier than i have any right to be...today at work my computer crashed. hard...let's see...i bought the new weezer album. i think i'll listen to it a few more times before picking it apart. i don't want to say anything i'll regret later...but right off the bat, it's not spectacular. and my new favorite beer is otter creek's stovepipe porter. also, general chicken's chicken....absolutely.

see, here's the thing...jet li fucking kicks ass! and so what if this flick gets a little too cute for its own good, and hell, downright schamltzy in places. the opening is one of the most explosive fight scenes you'll ever see. the violence, it's not pretty....it's not "house of flying daggers" here.....it's manic, raw, dirty. i mean, in one late scene, jet li bites. hard. and there's blood. there's one really fantastic fight between jet li and some freaky bald swordsman, who looks a bit like the drummer from ac/dc (no, not phil rudd, the other one... the one who looked like the guy from midnight oil.....either way, he's a big bald white guy with no eyebrows). they're wedged in a tiny bathroom, both of them with their backs against the wall, literally. it's great. also, jet li eats ice cream too fast, and it makes his mouth cold. and morgan freeman is a blind piano player (why wouldn't he be). and um.... but did i mention jet li kicks fucking tons of ass in this movie? because he really does. the whole psychological trauma aspect of this script could have worked better, but then they would have had to further "develop" the "characters", and that would have meant less jet li breaking people and bob hoskins screaming and yelling. but truth be told, there are a handful of scenes that will sucker punch you. there's also a great "mad max" style underground fight, complete with bad mohawks and tight leather. very cool. and stick around for the credits and hear the songs by the rza. was this a smarmy thing i just wrote? because i'm giving this fucker plenty of stars.

ask anyone who was there (and by anyone i mean my girlfriend, who fortunately was the only one there) and they'll tell you that i was reduced to a whimpering puddle of estrogen last year when smarty jones lost the belmont, failing to win the triple crown. i'll admit to being a band-wagon jumper...i had never looked twice at a horse race, but i got completely caught up in the hype, and was crushed when he lost. it was the suddeness of the heartbreak...2 minutes. i'm a baseball fan... that, i can take. 162 games. no time limits. and although i was squirming with the rest of red sox nation during the ALCS, it was 7 games. you had the time to process the idea that the red sox were going to let you down...again (i recently saw HBO's "reverse the curse of the bambino", and i couldn't agree more with denis leary when he talked about feeling slightly pissed at the sox for winning game 4, and delaying the inevitable) but these horse races...man, it's just so much bulid up, and it's all over in 2 minutes. 1 fucking lap, and the horse never races in the kentucky derby, or belmont, or preakness again. and i'm not sure i would have even bothered to tune in to today's kentucky derby were it not for the whole steinbrenner fracas. but i had to root against the guy. not for the thrill of rooting for the underdog, but because i'm a sox fan, and i was hoping that with the type of season the yankees are having, that if his horse lost, old george's head might actually explode on national tv....and who wouldn't want to see that. and i got completely sucked in. again, my only personal stake in the race was to see one particular horse not win, but i found myself blindly picking a favorite (who incidentally finished third), and just falling in love with the whole scene. i'm happy that steinbrenner's horse lost....but mostly, i'm just looking forward to the next race. i fully expect to have a gambling problem by then.

it's been way too long since i last posted. and, um...i haven't had much to rant and or rave about. which is not to say that things have been aces, because that sure ain't true. my mother was recently diagnosed with breast cancer, and although everyone's staying upbeat, it's kind of put a damper on things in general. what sucks the most is knowing my involvment in this is limited to supportive phone calls and big hugs. i don't know.....maybe this isn't the type of thing one posts about on a blog, but it just feels phony to come here and talk about how crappy mos def was in "the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy" when there's some altogether rotten, and way too real shit going on at home. i will try to get back in the swing of it here though.......because mos def has got some shit coming his way....