Yesterday I bought my Christmas wrapping paper. I was giddy about it, and only slightly ashamed when the woman at Hallmark said, “You can move those boxes over there if they’re in your way. I didn’t think anyone would be buying Christmas items in October, so I thought it was safe to leave them there.”
But here’s the exciting part: it’s (RED) wrapping paper. Yes, (RED) has partnered with Hallmark and they’ve released wrapping paper, gifts, and cards. They’re set to roll out a big line of (RED) items after Christmas. So I’m happy I finally bought my wrapping paper, I love the particular design, AND I’m contributing to a good cause. Now I can wrap presents and shove them under our tree so they’re not taking up space in my bedroom.
Hip, hip, hooray.

I cannot believe they’ve made a Saw IV. A small part of me is holding onto hope that it’s a joke and they’d never dream of a third sequel to the movie. It seems–with the exception of the Star Wars saga–any movie that goes beyond a trilogy just gets ridiculous. Oftentimes the sequel is ridiculous. The Omen movies might be another exception.
Huh. That reminds me of a scene with Tony Shalhoub from Wings. That was a quality show. Lots of eye candy too.

I think it’s great that Josh Hartnett is in the new movie entitled 30 Days of Night because he was also in a movie entitled 40 Days and 40 Nights. Things like that make me happy. Kinda’ like how Jeff Goldblum has the same line in both Jurassic Park and Independence Day.

So, sometimes I’m a bit of a nerd.

Oh, that reminds me: why is it no one ever seems to get raped in horror movies? I’m more afraid of getting raped than, oh, stabbed or shot. Is murder in movies more acceptable? I think it is. Rape is too taboo.

Have you heard about the scandal at Oral Roberts University? Interesting stuff there, but I’ll leave my opinions about that school/church out of this post. Shout out to Zach for the link, yo.

Okay.
Time for the worst news in the world. Seriously. I was depressed all day Sunday as a result. (Sometimes I speak in hyperboles.)
The Counting Crows’ new album will NOT be released on November sixth as previously promised. I’ve marked every calendar I own with that, and now this heartbreaking news. Oddly enough, it’s not on the main CC website. It’s referenced on Billboard.com and Wikipedia, and both refer back to Adam’s blog.

I was also informed that: a) I went to high school with a guy who wrote some of the lyrics of “Good Time” off the Hard Candy album; and b) the bandmates actually hate each other. I really want to know if b) is true. Anyone know? Thredd?

The Last King of Scotland is an incredibly powerful movie. I strongly recommend it, but be forewarned: when it says it’s rated R for gruesome images, believe it.

Oftentimes, I think I’m quieter around other serious writers because I’m afraid if I tell them any of my good real-life stories, they’ll steal them and write them as their own.

Okay. I’m done.

Peace, love, and Christmas wrapping paper.