A Wild Week for Wild Willis

Hey guys! I'm really sorry about not updating more regularly but I've been taking a sabbatical from blogging for a week to try and finally beat GTA IV (a fantastic game that haunts my dreams and will not end, goddamit!). Anyways, now I'm swamped with trying to finish my intern project for the zoo with the little time that I have outside of work. I'm in the final stretch of my internship (only a week left, AGH!) and it's going be really sad when I'm done, but I'm definitely psyched to be done and go back to SCHOOL, DAMN.

Okay okay, so I've got to type this up really quick so that I can get to work on that shit, as well as my KARL shit (here's lookin' at you, Walsh). The theme of this post is anger, because when I go a long time without spillin' it to you guys, all I can remember is the stuff that makes me pissed. So moral of the story: This is going to be a fast and angry post, just like the way I like my... Well, you get it.

So I don't understand how some of these "lite rock" stations on the radio can honestly say that they're playing "today's lite hits" and then immediately follow that with some Alannis Morisette song from 1996. Like, seriously, it's NOT fresh if its more than 10 years old! I hate to sound like a music snob, but I've realized that most popular music makes my ears want to vomit diarrhea, especially if it's from anytime between January 1991 and December 2001. You heard it here first: in the future, these years will come to be known as Father Time's Asshole.

Next, I'm going to take a page from my friend Ethan's book and talk a little about Hollywood (even though he threatened me with death and/or castration). I just want to say that I hate scary movies. Really, really dislike them. It's because I'm overly susceptible to the scariness of movies. And Hollywood has recently developed this really crappy habit of making scary movies carefully tailored around a single theme. FOR EXAMPLE, the new movie Mirrors, about evil mirrors or some shit. All I know is that I can't even sit through a preview without running the risk of not sleeping that night. And the way they spell "mirror" is with a backwards second "r," you know, like a mirror. O ya, I see what you did there, movie producers. That's really cute! But I'd really like the ability to piss in front of my bathroom mirror again. It's not just mirrors, though. Here's a list of things that I'm frightened of either partially or totally because of scary movies: partially opened doors, mirrors, corners of rooms (especially the top ones), large bodies of water, clowns, shower curtains, the Deep South, and many more, all of which is made worse if it's dark out. That's just off the top of my head. And I kid you not, a preview for fucking Mirrors just came on and I shat myself. Fuckin pissin me off.

Anyways, have a nice night. I've got work to do!

P.S. America's Best Dance Crew is a fantastic show. I highly recommend it to everyone.