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If any of you reading here recommended it you should die. Just kidding, the film was recommended to me by a pretty wide swath of people and general reviews, so I’m not blaming anyone. I should have just trusted my instincts, but y’know, sometimes you lose faith in yourself in a little bit and you waver. This was a nice reminder that I know what I like and I can spot what I’m probably not gonna like with fairly good accuracy. It didn’t help of course that by the time we watched it, Adam and I were both pretty convinced it was going to be great. Raised expectations can ruin even a good movie. Not this one since it’s not a good film, but it didn’t help matters.
As for Gone Baby Gone, that was a good movie. I really liked Casey Affleck. I’ve liked him ever since I saw him in Gerry, a film that made many people – including my roommate Kyle that I dragged with me to see it on Valentine’s day years and years ago- want to kill themselves – but I liked it – and I particularly liked Casey Affleck and Matt Damon’s performances in it. Affleck has a nice very real quality about him that appeals to me and even when he’s doing accents the performance is nice and subtle. Gone Baby Gone was a pretty tight film and the direction was surprisingly well handed by Ben Affleck. He’s less distracting behind the camera I have to say, than in front of it. I had a couple minor problems with the end, but overall it was good. I gave it three netflix stars, but I wanted to give it three and a half. Damn you Netflix and your inability to let me use half stars…!
I know, it doesn’t really make sense, but I guess I thought when I got my head together, the rest would follow. Now, arguably my head is not together just because I’ve been in therapy for a year, but it’s better. Actually, I’m not really sure it’s better…no fault of the therapist, or me really, 2007 was just a really hard year, and you can’t expect to get better or “together” when all you’re doing is surviving. Regardless, I continue to hold on to the possibly erroneous belief that getting my head together will be the first step to making the body come along in the direction I want it to. It would be great if it could start coming along before I go to Hawaii in July…how about that body? C’mon!
Sidenote: I think I’m getting sick (again). Adam has been sick since Saturday night and I’ve been taking care of him. I thought I dodged it with clever handwashing and taking vitamins and such, but my throat hurts this morning, so all that damn hand washing may have been for naught. Anyway, I’ve already got a comic scanned and ready for tomorrow, but I haven’t done Friday’s yet, so we may have the first ever Rabid Lamb Comic interruption if I get hit with this thing. Maybe it would be best if you all mentally prepare yourselves now…I know your day just won’t be right without a morning comic from Rabid Lamb… 
Shoutout: A special shoutout/thank you to Josh, who has been helping both Adam and I whore out our blogs. The line of widgets you see on the bottom of some of these posts is my blatant attempt to get more traffic…and it’s all thanks to Josh. Thanks Josh!
Yeah, you can see how fun it can be.
Anyone who calls a terrible Poison jam as my jam, then they’re gonna deserve some serious payback. And calling someone’s known favorite song as your jam, is pretty much the ultimate My Jam Game revenge. Ah, it’s so sweet. Adam has called plenty of my favorite songs for himself, so don’t be feeling too bad for him. Though I confess as I think about this that I don’t know that he’s ever called my all time favorite song as his jam…hmmm…maybe an apology is in order…
Okay, Rabid Lamb Comic #83 needs some explanation. I know, that is cheesy and lame, but I’m dealing with only four panels here and very little ability, so let’s cut me some slack shall we? Thanks.
Years ago…six? seven? I don’t really know for sure since I wasn’t there, Adam and two friends of his, James and Andrew, fellow co-workers at an infamous pizza joint in Savannah named Vinnie Van Go Go’s invented a now somewhat famous game called the My Jam Game. The rules are simple.
!. You hear a song you love, a song that is ‘your jam’ so to speak, and you claim it by calling out My Jam. Anyone beats you to it then it is not your Jam, it is theirs. You’d be surprised what competitive fun this is, and how much it jacks you into the music you’re listening to.
2. You want to piss people off? Is there a horrible song on? Well, go ahead and call Your Jam for the song and point to them (or say Kelly’s Jam) whatever. See comic strip for a detailed illustration of this.
3. There are no other rules. People are often trying to add on additional rules and expand the game, which kind of pisses the creators off quite frankly. Things like calling songs as “my ultimate jam” or “my jam of all time” things like that. My friend Kyle and I created an offshoot of the My Jam Game, based on the original, but that is a story for another time.
The end result is that this game is awesome. Adam and I play it basically every day as it has just become a part of our relationship. Great song on? My Jam. Horrible song on? Your Jam. It’s good fun.
Sidenote: I’m sure Adam will be happy to correct me in the comments section if I’ve gotten anything wrong.
Editors Note: I know you all probably think my proportions are WAY off in this cartoon, but sadly that is about how we fit in the freaking cartoon clown car that we recently rented for some errand running. Shoulder to shoulder and with Adam’s head jammed into the ceiling. Good times!
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A little post-Valentine’s day naughty doppelganger treat for everyone.
This comic is actually born of a dream Adam has had in which I’m there…twice. Me and my doppelganger. Of course his dream is less pleasant than my comic, as in his dream I believe the real Kelly gets pissed at him for holding hands with the doppelganger Kelly, which depending on my mood, is pretty accurate. I think there was even a second doppelganger dream later as well. Adam care to comment? Anyway, it’s been rolling around in my brain almost since I started doing this strip, so it was high time the doppelgangers appeared…heels and all.
Since I’m off today I’m looking at a 4 day weekend…which could pretty much not look MORE awesome, especially now that my computer nightmares are worked out and I got good news from that second agency. I hope you all get Monday off like me and make the most of it, I know I plan to. Did anyone do anything for the dreaded V-Day? Was it a bust or a grand success? Did you eat your weight in chocolate? Let’s hear it…
Hee hee. This is surprisingly accurate. I’ve had to clean up Adam’s ears like 50 times already since June.
To his credit, this would drive anyone nuts, especially someone so well versed in computers and someone that spends so much time on line. It’s a horrible situation. We’re (and by we’re I mean “he, and maybe I’ll chip in for his birthday”) saving up for a new machine for him. It will be a great day for both of us when he no longer has this internet disconnection issue.
Happy V-Day to everyone. I wish I had a special V-Day strip for you guys today, but it just didn’t happen. I do have a slightly naughty post V-Day strip for tomorrow though…so make sure to tune in. Hopefully most of you are doing something nice for yourself or your loved one on this most corporate of holidays. It’s funny, I hated Valentine’s Day when I was single, and now that I’m not, it’s really not that much better, just corporate pigs, feasting on our poor needy little carcasses. It’s so sad.
Yet I still hope I get some Sees chocolate though…I’m a sheep, what can I say?
Okay, nobody panic, he’s not actually going to kill anyone, or anyone’s kids. He just really really hates these people. Adam kind of hates rich people period (which is too bad, because someday I hope to be one…y’know, a rich person) but he REALLY hates these “Housewives” of Orange County women and their children. He’s right. It is a terrible terrible show. Which I promise not to watch anymore, which is easy to say now, since the season is over.
As a hilarious sidenote, I randomly stumbled upon (ironically not through the stumble upon site) on this awesome website Pretty On The Outside. The writer/artist there has a great bit on this horrible show, complete with crazily accurate (and pretty awesome) drawings of the women on the show. If you’ve ever seen the show, and hate it like I do, but feel compelled to watch it when you see it on you should check out his summaries and drawings. Great stuff.
Updates: Computer. Who-Hoo! I’m up and running. Had to buy a new Mac Mini ($599) with the Extended Three Year Warranty ($149). It’s too bad, as who just has $800 bucks lying around, but there are few things more important to me these days than my computer, so there really wasn’t a choice. The positive side is that it is faster (yay intel!) and has double the hard drive space of my old machine and now I know I’m good for 3 years, AND most importantly of all – my external hard drive has proved to be fine and all my data is intact. First on the agenda this long weekend…burning back up CDs…!
Writer’s Strike. It’s over! Yay! Bring on the work…and if new TV shows come back that’s okay too.
So I guess she meant did we want someone to carry it out for us, or have it delivered to our house or something, but man did her delivery leave a lot to be desired.
It reminds me of a time that my good friend Kyle and I went to see a movie in LA years ago, I think it was Brotherhood Of The Wolf, which is a subtitled film. We were buying our tickets at separate windows right next to each other and my teller said something to the effect of, “Miss, are you aware that this film is foreign, which means that it is subtitled, and it will be necessary to read the words on the screen in order to understand the film?” I said yes, I was aware, and just as I finished saying this I heard Kyle’s teller say to him, “Ya gotta read it.” To which Kyle looked at her like she was insane and said, “uh. okay”.
It was pretty hilarious in retrospect, but pretty sad in reality. It’s obvious that since having that film (or any foreign film?) at that theater the staff had a lot of complaints from people who didn’t understand subtitling, and were insulted to have to read while they watched their precious movie (having worked in a video store for years during college I am sadly too familiar with this phenomenon) but the difference in delivery was also pretty sad. I think my teller, the one with the accurate, polite, and well worded explanation was perhaps the last of her kind…she was probably shot down shortly thereafter so she could be replaced by an idiot that would only say, “Ya gotta read it.”
I’m happy for him, but I’m sad for me. Actually, this makes sense, because not that it is really a big deal, but it is yet another jab at me by the bitch that is karma. Which really blows, because honestly? I’m a pretty freaking good person, and I don’t really think I deserve the karma take down. There must be evidence to the contrary though, because I just spent six excrutiating days trying to repair my computer and get things back to normal, only to have it do the exact thing again last night that started the whole nightmare last week. The added bonus? This time it looks like the hard drive crash may have somehow also fried my external hard drive in the process. WHAT?! Which is great – because the external has, y’know everything I’ve ever written, photos from the last ten years, all the music I’ve loaded for the last 5+ years, everything. And my little extra back up flash drive hasn’t been updated in like a year, because well, the external was supposed to be the back up.
So I’m crossing everything I’ve got that maybe if I can’t save the drive at least some genius at Tekserve or something can save the data. But in the meantime I have to come to work and pretend that everything I need/want/must have is not floating around in limbo somewhere. Great. Just great. Karma? Yeah, F’ you.
Is that a great happy Monday am post or what? Yeah, sorry guys – hope you’re all faring better than I am…