I didn’t watch the Mtv Movie Awards last night.  Or last year.  Or the year before that.  Go ahead and throw in the Mtv Video Music Awards as well.  Sorry.

Honestly.  Has anyone else noticed that Mtv is one giant commercial?  It’s been this way for years.  There’s a word for what the MTV Movie Awards are.  That word is-infomercial.  And the only infomercials I like to watch have Billy Mays as your host.

Maybe I’m on to something.  Billy Mays hosts the MTV Awards from here on out…

“ZAC EFRON! YOU NEED A HAIRCUT? YOU NEED THE FLOWBEE!”

“MAGIC PUTTY WORKS SO WELL, IT EVEN SEALS HEIDI MONTAG’S MOUTH!”

“THAT TEA-BAG BRUNO JUST HIT EMINEM WITH IS A MESS.  CLEAN IT UP WITH KABOOM!”

By now, you have no doubt come across the “redbox”.

These are taking the place of video departments in many of your favorite grocery stores.  I am all for technology.  I feel bad if these redboxes cost anyone their prestigeous job working a video counter.  But, I have to say my first redbox experience could have been so much better.

Not because of the redbox itself.  Because, of the knuckleheads using the redbox.

First of all, on a friday night, the line rolls close to 10 deep.  As a rule, I hate lines and grow impatient really quick.  Now, this line could have moved so much faster if the people in it excercised some common sense.

• Have an idea of what you want to watch before you decide to rent a DVD.  You’ve got close to a dozen people behind you and none of us want you to search through the thousands of titles available just to find the movie that fits your mood at that given second.
• Better yet, go online to reserve your copy BEFORE you go to the store.
• Oh, and trying to cut in line by coming from another direction (this happened to me), may deserve a vicious beating.

So after waiting for close to a half hour, I get my turn at the redbox.  I pick “Horton Hears a Who” (I live with girls, don’t judge).  And I’m away in less than 2 minutes.  That was easy.  Granted, not as easy as going to my mailbox to pick out my chosen movie.

*sigh*

Oh, how I miss my Netflix.

Ashleigh just left me the following comment:

“Danger, I need you to write a new blog. I need something to comment on, I’m missing it. I’m almost tempted to write a new blog for my Facebook, just to get the writing bug out of my system…I have so much going on I can’t focus for that long right now, and your daily musings are usually perfect.

I need to agree, disagree, be condescending, or nice and down right opinionated about something!!!”

First off, thanks for the kind words.  The truth is, I may be a bit fried.  Not really creative, to be honest.  But I’ll try to please.  Writing without a specific topic in mind might actually spark something.  Here’s a glimpse into what’s rolling through my mind…right now.

Rochester Marathon is Sunday.  I’m running it.  26.2 miles.  You won’t be hearing me on Monday.  Seriously.

Sandy and I are going to a wedding Friday night at Turning Stone.  This might be the shortest reception ever.  “Alright, cut the cake already!  I gotta hit the tables!”

My daughter just called me asking if I would buy mommy a “tympani necklace”.  I think she meant to say Tiffany necklace.  Either way she is an assasin, because I am actually thinking about buying Sandy a necklace on my way home from work.

Fall means sports.  I can’t get enough.  Football started last weekend.  The Bears looked like pure evil (again), and I couldn’t be happier about it.  Baseball is wrapping up, and The Cubs look to be headed to the playoffs.  So much action.  And, my Fantasy Football team?  1-0 thank you very much!

I don’t want a mini van.  I don’t want anything that remotely resembles a mini van.  I know Sandy doesn’t want one either, but she can be very indecisive, and if someone tells her one more time how “practical” a mini van is, I am worried she may change her mind.

I need to rethink my Sunday afternoon strategy.  Leah ripped my heart out Sunday night.  After a full day of watching football with my buddies, she says as I tuck her in, “Daddy, I don’t like when the boys come over because you don’t play with me.”

Ouch.

And to top it off I missed a defensive touchdown while she was saying this to me!

I keed, I keed.  Play=love for a kid.  I know this.  I’m going to make an effort to pay more attention to her on Sundays.  Or, I’m going to get her into watching football with the boys.  Whatever is easier.  I think we all know what the outcome will be here.

2 movies coming out I want to see.  “My Best Friends Girl” looks funny based on the red line trailer I saw online.  I was a big Dane Cook fan when he first came out, but his movies have really looked crappy to this point.

“Choke” is one of my favorite books ever.  The movie adaptation opens later this month.

I think I have to leave Sandy at home for this one.  Oh, and I still haven’t seen “The Dark Knight” and I have “American Gangster” from my Netflix just collecting dust.

Politics…that’s a whole different story for a different day.  My head may just explode.

What happens when you take 2 of my favorite movies, one being a light-hearted 80’s classic, one being the darkest movie I have ever watched, and mash them up?

Requiem For A Day Off:

What happens when you take Requiem for a Dream and turn it into a Disney movie?

Toy Story 2:  Requiem:

If you’ve never seen “Requiem for a Dream”, these won’t make sense.  If you have seen it, it’s pretty brilliant.

This is absolutely fascinating.