Random scribblings written while I should've been working:

Scoping out chicks is a major drag when having to constantly shift your attention from the pretty young thing who just walked in to the next working class truck driver with a 25 cent snack cake who demands service. An unfortunate side effect of my dead end job. Its my own fault. If I can't take the heat, I suppose I should get the hell out of the kitchen.



I love the quiet moments in my favorite films. For example, in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, the movie almost stops when Duke sits in his wrecked and flooded hotel suite listening to Buffalo Springfield's "Expecting to Fly". Another brilliant moment is in Blade Runner, when Deckard sits in his apartment drinking, looking over the photos that the replicants left behind.
In Ferris Bueller's Day Off, the trio ditch school and hit the Chicago Museum of Art. A haunting classical string selection accompanies them as they take in a little culture. I can remember telling some friends of mine while watching that scene that it was the best of the movie, to which they remarked "yeah, you like stuff like that." What the hell does that mean?