Hi world. Boy, it's been one hell of a week, hasn't it?
But we all made it through and that's the importaint thing
right? I mean tomorrow's Monday and, oh, here we go again .
. . oh shit. But, lest you forget, Monday means more
Aquanaut songs, right!?! How bad can it be with new tunes to
listen to at work and all?
Can anyone tell I feel fucking great right now? I mean I
FEEL GREAT! I am even using capital letters with willful
abandon. Look out! Today I went and spent a very enjoyable
afternoon with my son, George. We got some stuff done, his
glasses were stepped on by some kid after they fell off his
face at school, so they needed to be fixed, and he needed a
notebook for his daily journal entry at school. He wanted
this Family Guy folder but we got the more durable five-star
which proved to be futile when we got him home, as his mother
then informed us the teacher had specified the notebook must be non-
spiral. Anyway, we got the worthless notebook at Target and
stocked up on candy for the movie we then went to seek
tickets for, Yu-Gi-Oh! Pyramid Of Light!



Now Yu-Gi-Oh! movie tickets are hot property in fourth grade. Kids are trading teeth they'd normaly give to the tooth fairy for 'em. They're spraypainting other kids bikes black and hawking them to the mexicans by the train tracks to get these fucking tickets- so when my kids mom said she didn't approve of him seeing it this weekend due to his attitude, I knew we were going to see the goddam Yu-Gi-Oh! And I was not disappointed! Ancient Egyptian myths interwoven between three hundred foot tall half-robot half-animal battles every three minutes, intersperced with witty comedic dialog, plenty of catchphrases that ten year olds dig and say back to you, laughing, a second after the characters say it on the screen, your son chuckling at the fact that a dude with long hair and a deck of cards could say something so witty from the shoulder of a metal dragon amidst the heat of battle. Yeah, the movie was rightous.



So the lights went down and we snuggled into our backrow seats and George deployed his corn syrup arsenal that we had wisely stocked up on at Target. A gobstopper the size of a pool ball in his left hand, and a cup of sour skittles in his right (you didn't know they made those, did you?), but he forgot all about a clear lollypop with hard candy in the center that lay deep within his pocket until the ride home. I drew the line at soda, so we stood in the popcorn line to get little cups of ice to fill at the fountain by the bathroom . . . like homeless people. Now us Hicks, we don't pay five dollars for a cup of twelve ounces of coke, half full of ice, that you're just gonna drink during the previews anyway. If I did that, then I'd be the homeless guy, but I'd be sleeping in the theatre.

Okay, I officialy am kicking myself in the ass for not living in Alaska. It's too long you have been away from Cat Town. If you can get C-Span, watch the live feed from the RNC in New York, or click here.



An in depth, Yu-Gi-Oh! movie review is coming tomorrow . . . the suspense is tangible.