kurt fucking russell

grindhouse is fucking amazing. i'd apologize for all the fucking swearing, but if you don't fucking like it, you probably shouldn't see the fucking movie. shit it's good. so goddam wonderful. and kurt fucking russell! holy crapola he's great! pustulating zombie sickos exploding all over the goddam place. rose mcgowan with a big fuck-all machine gun stick to her legless stump. and yes, cars. yum.

so it goes...

my heart is broken.
in high school, i did a small voice job as the father of Harrison Bergeron. it was one of the most fun things i have ever done. being that it is, was, and probably always will be one of my favorite stories, i was very proud. well, the curtain has dropped on one of the greatest storytellers ever to grace us; Kurt Vonnegut Jr. i'm not exactly sure what he died of, but he was old and very sick. none-the-less, he will be missed by all of us, whether we know it or not. i'm gonna go get a copy of slaughterhouse-5 and reread it. and probably cry. a lot. on public transit. and then i will laugh. and get kicked of the bus. for being crazy.
and sad.