boo ya

Had a pretty quiet weekend sitting around on the couch (it was like negative 12 outside!) Actually played a lot of video games with my ol' man. We played Paradise City, which is actually pretty fun. I felt like Vince Vaughn and his buddies in just about every movie he's ever been in. (I'm not sure which one of us is Vince Vaughn.) It involves shouting BOO-YA! a lot. M.'s also got Motor Storm or something like that. He explained that it's simply not cool if you don't explode across the finish line. Just broke my No Film with Only One Women Rule and watched 3:10 to Yuma. Damn it, I have really got to stick to that rule! It gets me every time! If I wanted to watch a bunch of crap about moronic pressures of masculinity and the myth of the hero, I'd... well, explode my car across the finish line of Motor Cross.

Check out my lately ignored book blog for a couple of new posts, including one about six word memoirs - give it a minute and write your own!