Don't cry for me, Marge and Tina...

Well I learned this afternoon that I'll most likely be working full-time for the next two weeks. Yay. At least I'll get one solid paycheck.

I've been listening to records a lot today. For father's day I'm making a compilation CD from the records my grandpa's band put out years ago.

Saturday night I went to Ameca and the movies with Alicia, Diana, Wilson, Dusty, and Brian:

• Me: "This [camping fork] would be perfect to kill someone with."
  [Alicia said the man behind me immediately walked away.]
• Diana: "Greg, I really think you should get this. Wouldn't a peasant skirt look good on you?"
  [After which I received an inquisitive look from the woman walking by.]
• Alicia and I danced out of the theater...

There was a giant poster up advertising a movie due out in August: Snakes on a Plane. What. The. Fuck. Are we finally out of names for movies? Maybe we should follow this line of logic and start naming movies (compiled from IMDB forum) as such:

• Titanic: Big Boat Sinks
• Jaws: Big Fucking Shark Eats People
• Pirates of the Caribbean: Johnny Depp Acting Stoned
• Brokeback Mountain: Cowboys Who Like Cowboys
• Lake Placid: Big Gator in a Pond
• Pulp Fiction: Samuel L. Jackson Blasts Some Muthafuckas
• House Of Wax - Over-Hyped Anorexic Tries to Act Waxy and Wooden

...and my favorite...

• The Da-Vinci Code: A Guy With Weird Hair and a French Hottie Search For the Proof That Jesus Was Married While a Creepy Old Gay Fella' Tricks Them

Oh yeah: You don't cry for me either, Argentina.