You remind me of the babe.
What babe?
The babe with the power.
What power?
The power of VUDU.
That was lot of research in how I purchased "Ultraviolet" to justify cutting out some sleep for content. I think coming up with a David Bowie/Jim Henson reference about a Milla Jovovich headlined film demonstrates my genius. With that said, I think you should give my pro-wrestling zom-com "Main Event of the Dead" some attention. Feel free to request a treatment of the script via russthebus07@gmail.com. Promotional suggestions would be nice to get this B-movie script into production.
Regardless of my genius, I am glad "Resident Evil: The Final Chapter" clocked in at 1:47. This means that I will not have to repeat that quest for cleverness. Not putting Iain Glen's or Ruby Rose's name on the poster makes me feel that it does not deserve more promotion.
The search for a digital receipt in the @MainEventZombie Twitter account's email (after my primary email search failed) also let me find some classic tweets from the "@midnight" era. I now have approved stingers for blog post. Unfortunately I will not have the time to write this blog in one sitting. Ironic, because dove right into this blog morning. It just took me the majority of it adjusting the layout. Too much Pinterest time to balance the content and empty space is all I will say about that.
Because I stayed up two hours for blog content, that means there was not that much excitement to be had this week. At least that I can complain about that is. If I choose to move to a big city and get back into hospitality, dragging the name of a corporation that feels just in screwing me out of a wedding trip through the mud would probably be ill advised.
And as I typed that up, my better quarter (of course I am giving Eva the cat the majority of my quality) is desperate for a road trip, despite a wedding will not allow for the sites of the DC area, so I will need to come up with reservations today from the corporation that will not even revisit my Better Business Bureau complaint until Saturday. If the wage I made under them was not insult enough.
It may be a good idea to try selling my movie idea directly to All Elite Wrestling. If they buy it and let me into their fold, I can totally bury them. You can tell I am coming up on 40 if that is now the dream.
Aside from my past coming back to bite me in a bad way (I would not mind if the portion that ditched me for their sobriety was doing the knawing), there is not much stress in my life otherwise. Communication between me and my girlfriend could be better, but it forced us to have fun at a coworker hosted Halloween party. That is a new experience for us. Here is to hoping to keep that rolling at my other job's Illini Hockey night tomorrow.
As I said, communication could be better. Halloween was cool with her getting over the arguments of me buying stuff/spoiling her. She at least laughed off the concept that there may come a day where she may be of no worth to me, so exploit it while she can. The main determining factor in the need to better communicate is that we watched "Beetlejuice" for the holiday evening. Tim Burton's second feature is only an hour and 32 minutes. If she would have only suggested this viewing 24 hours earlier, I would not have to reevaluate my decision of repurchasing a Milla Jovovich film that I was only holding on to the DVD of for her commentary track to explain what the hell this action flick was.
That lack of communication hurts more than me not pushing her into allowing me to abandon the wedding and letting me head to Downtown Peoria and Berwyn for My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, a sex on wheels weekend. Maybe I am a one-man relapse device.
Ultraviolet
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