Mungo the Russian

This is my first Blog in the last three days. I'm really not doing anything. Last night I watched "King Arthur" at Double O's house and then I watched "I, Robot" at my house. I hated both of them. But that's me. I'm sick of special effects, and I'm sick of big battle scenes. But mostly I'm sick of people ruining classic literature. I hate it even more that people like it. The only thing I hate more than both of those is ME going ON and ON about The Hollywood Devil Machine. It's so dull to be a snob.

The most interesting thing I've done in the last few days was, well, actually, just a minute ago. I went to REI and pretended to be a Russian climber who can't speak much of the english lanuage. People were really nice to me and watching them do facial expressions and hand gestures for phrases like, "The guy in the beard over there can help you," are really hillarious to watch. Plus, saying "43, please" is really fun with a Russian accent. (I gave them my Europian shoe size.)

Okay, I'm off to do some writing in my book. I'm stuck at a funny part where I am about to get suspended for being tardy too much in high school. I was suspended like a hundred times for being late. They kept screaming expusion, but only handed out three day vacations. So sweet a deal.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, the SMF blog is going nowhere, hence: Tree. I think it's time to reconsider the focus of an on-line Forum for The Smiff.


Song of the day: Something by The Strokes, gosh, I don't know. Idiot!