Let's make a short list of things Matthew loves: Scenes of people laying in grass; lifeless. Poorly executed military tactics. Emotional devastation with the loss of loves ones. Abandoned subway tunnels. Modelesque women looking like they have been through the third world war. Bleeding from facial orifices. The collapse of civilization. The Black Keys. Survival tactics. Destruction of iconic buildings and other man-made structures (never forget). Leviathans. Oh yeah...and let's not forget fucking monster movies!

Like Matt over at X-Entertainment, I really wanted to wait to see Cloverfield twice before I said really anything about it to anyone. And really, I can't think of a movie I have enjoyed more. This almost even put Jurassic Park to shame, which is quite a task in my book. It had absolutely everything that I hold dear in life, and executed it phenomenally.

And for those of you who have complained about lack of plot, character development, critical explanation....seriously, go fuck yourselves. It's that same lot that complained about The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker failing merely because it was cute, and made it so that my next romp through Hyrule had me being a god damned wolf with an earing that was somehow supposed to be "tough". Again, go fuck yourselves. You ruin the one thing that is nearest to the hearts of nerds like myself; extensive internet research.

For those of you who complained about the fact that the whole movie is based around an idiotic move to go back for that truly unrealistic flit of a girl named beth...or the nauseating camera movement, and stomach churningly loud sound effects....okay, yeah well at least those complaints are valid. But christ, we need some sort of cinematic kick in the teeth every now and then.

In other much less life-changing news, I helped my friend Robin move on Saturday. Seems pretty simple, right? Well, it wasn't...considering the fact IT WAS 3 FUCKING DEGREES OUT ON SATURDAY! And no, I am not exaggerating. 6 hours, in 3 degree temperature with wind chills nearing 20 below, moving fucking boxes and couches. Needless to say, Robin owes me big time. I don't know if I have ever been in so much pain, and even this morning when I got out of bed my knees made the sound of eggs hitting cement when I stood up.

The Woodson brothers were all about killing themselves physically this weekend. On the other side of the country my brother ran some ridiculous length in a marathon, in some equally ridiculous short amount of time. Honestly, I would have rather been freezing my ass of moving boxes than doing what he did.

My new cellphone/pda/wonder-machine/life should be arriving tomorrow. So goodbye Sidekick III. Goodbye pretending to be a 16 year old suburb girl / 18 year old Japanese mall-punk. And the saddest of all; Goodbye late night phone calls with Paris Hilton....I will miss our long chats about global economics and new sidekick accessories.

Everyone seems to be getting married, or I seem to keep forgetting that people I know are already married/engaged/pregnant/parents. I feel like a waste for the most part...at least when it comes to romantic interactions. I got yelled at so much in my last "real" relationship for being so emotionally dependent on the other person, that now I think I have turned that part of my brain off. I could go weeks without seeing or talking with another person...and be totally fine with it, no concerns, no lack of relationship-enthusiasm. And this fact makes me a total mutant in the world of 20-something dating...and probably for good reason. But fuck...who needs relationships when you have monster movies and google image searches for "paris hilton sidekick"? This paragraph was supposed to me meaningful and intimate....instead, it just turned into a piece of shit.

Lack of humanistic emotion quote of the day:

Robin: Did you hear that Heath Ledger died?

Me: Does he star in Cloverfield? No. Therefore, I don't care.

Amazingly enough as promised, Ghostco has been completely overhauled. There are a few new pieces on there that I don't know if really anyone has seen. And finally I have wriggled my way out from under the oppression that is Lightbox JS, only to find myself underneath a more stylized but just as crippling javascript. I am finally at the point with css where I realize what is does what....and considering I have made very few attempts to keep up with website coding since 1996, that's a pretty big step.

I had said a few weeks ago that I would disembowel a newborn to see Cloverfield, though it looks like I will get to see it tonight without any harm coming to any children. I need to not be so excited about this movie...I learned a long time ago that for the most part I am let down by movies (yeah that's right Sam Neil, I will never excuse you for Jurassic Park 3!). But I cant avoid it...I am excited, beside myself in fact. But hell, chances are the damn movie will give me moving sickness like every other big budget movie seems to do these days (and I cant imagine that it wont, considering the whole thing is apparently hand-held).

So, my sincere apologies to anyone who is incredibly bored about the following text:

I have used the word "ghost" rather loosely in the past...stating it in an attempt to convey the idea of loss, or of memory more than anything else. But the truth of it is...if there is one thing that I obsess over more than anything, it's ghosts. For christ's sake I have been putting "the physical embodiment of death" in the interest categories of online profiles since I was like 16. But the more I think about it, the more I realize how stupid it is for me to be fascinated with ghosts. I have been a devout atheist for longer than I can think, I don't believe in the afterlife...nothing of the sort, I am a "dirt in the ground" sort of guy, I believe in science. So I have basically spent the last year reading my ass off trying to find scientific explanations for ghosts....anymore I am sticking pretty hard to the theory that iron records physical actions like a vhs tape and some people are more capable of seeing the recorded "replay", but still...this is pretty insane. This is the stupid shit that keeps me up at night.

On a side note I realized that the grocer closest to me carries Apple Cinnamon Cheerios (this link apparently has something to do with the cereal. Squirrels and I have more in common than I thought). For those of you not in the know, ACC have become rather elusive in the last 5 years and it is kind of rare to see it anywhere. I have eaten my weight in the stuff in the last 4 days, and not to mention the fact that I have completely trashed the one pair of pants I wear by spilling milk in my lap while typing this post.