Checking Of Your Head

Handed in my 2,000 word short story, now all I've got to do is hand in my 2,000 word short story. My other 2,000 word short story, that is. All of 'em autobiographical! But this last one is written in a third person narrative. So, like:

'Shane was a man. A great man. A sexy man. He would rise and go to the mirror and admire his hideous paunch and excessively grand family jewels. He then sat back down and continued writing his blog post with nobody the wiser. O, except the readers, of course. Yet there shouldn't be too many of them to worry about, maybe not e'en one.'

Anyway, to offset the possible bathos that scene might invoke, I shall briefly talk shopping. A recent purchase was the Star Wars Trilogy (Originals, of course) on DVD in their unaltered, unadulterated (or in other words, non-raped) versions. Limited Edition, so they will eventually become collector's items. Haven't watched them yet, nor e'en opened them; we are waiting for our big TV to get fixed (soon!) and these shall be the premiere films to be watched.

Then, I want to show Shantoozy Fellini's Satyricon, which is another one of the best things I've ever encountered in my life. It, too, is truly epic. It's about the ancient Roman demigods. The whole thing's real Ancient Rome type shit - barabaric and excessive yet a massive civilization! Highly recommended to anyone who likes good motion pictures.

Check your heads and later, dudes!