Now I REALLY heart Huckabees.
If this would have been the version released in theaters, I would have paid to see it 800 times.That is AWESOME.
In an attempt to ween myself off the Girl Scout Cookies that I used to soothe myself when I was so depressed recently, I’ve been knitting like crazy.Â
Not only is it keeping my hands out of the cookie jar, but all those people who say that it’s therapeutic are correct, because I can sit and do it until my hands hurt, and I really feel better when I am finished. It has also helped me with my weird social phobias, because I would have NEVER EVER EVER just willingly thrown myself into a room full of total strangers just to sit and knit with them, but that’s what I did. Now I’ve found this group of people (OK, some are total kooks, but it adds to the kitsch factor, not to mention one is a stripper) that I like to hang out with (mostly). Saturday, I’m going to meet another knitting group (including Wen!), so we’ll see how that one goes. It’s nice to get out and be around different people than the same friends I see every weekend.
Sunday, I am babysitting RAM for Kay at the ungodly hour of eight in the morning so that Kay can go to the church that was started by one of the sheister retards involved in The Scam Secret.
I’m so tired of hearing about this fucking crap that I’m about to lose my mind. It’s just about money and materialism. Very little is about self-improvement beyond anything monetary, and it bums me out that Kay’s turned into someone motivated strictly by money.
But the ridiculously hilarious part of it is that Kay wants money more than anything, but doesn’t actually DO anything to earn it. One of the exercises of The Secret is the blank check. You print a blank check from their website, and fill it in for whatever you want (because, you know, if you think it, it will come!). I found it funny that Kay filled it in for a million dollars, signed “The California Lottery”. She doesn’t want to earn the money, she wants it given to her. She has a list of goals on the refrigerator, and one of them is “win the lottery”. She also has a note giving the fat on her body permission to go, that she’s releasing it to someone else (so that’s the secret to weight loss).
I really have to stop myself from laughing right at her when I see these things (which is why I’m talking about it here, because I can’t exactly talk to her about it, sadly).
I have to go, because I’m writing a note to AmEx and CitiCard, giving them permission to give away my credit card balances.
Be free, credit debt!! Go enrich someone else’s life with your exorbitant interest rates and never-ending balances!!
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Comment by Smed
March 22, 2007 @
That.Was.Awesome!
I’ve always heard David Russell is a bit…tempestuous. Actually, I used to work with his father, who was a total scammer, really. (No kidding.)
Just wow…