Didn't you get that memo?

Everybody experiences the weekdays differently. Most people side with Ziggy and Garfield on the Monday front: eyes crusted, catatonic demeanor, and a chemical addiction to coffee. But I'm not your average Marmaduke. I have my own way of perceiving the week:

Monday: Mondays are easy. No, really. I usually get well rested enough on the weekend to come into a Monday bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Bushy-tailed? What the hell does that mean? Am I like a peacock (quite possibly the funniest name for a bird ever)? In general, I can take on Mondays because I generally have great weekends fresh in my head.
Tuesday: Is the abysmal low of life. I want to kill myself and all those who in anyway become a part of my day. By Tuesday, I have shed all residual weekend energy. I have already worked a full day and still have three more whole days to look forward to. It feels like Square One TV's "Mathnet" all over again. After the first season, George Frankly's partner Kate Monday was replaced by Pat Tuesday to solve weekly mathmatical capers (as if we wouldn't notice). You could tell George wasn't buying it. He didn't love her. That's like me on Tuesday. What do you mean you never watched Square One? Just me then? Okay, fine.
Wednesday: hump day (interpret as you may)
Thursday: Most people feel about Thursday the way I do about Tuesday. They've worked so hard and still have a whole day left after this one. I, on the otherhand, see the light at the end of the tunnel. My body has finally adapted to the sleep (depravation) schedule and has gotten plently used to the work itself. I'm like a well-oiled machine (interpret as you may). I can take Thursday in stride knowing that Friday is just around the bend.
Friday: Thank God. It couldn't have come fast enought. The worst thing about Friday is that reality slows down and the clocks don't turn as quickly. A worthy sacrifice for the oncoming weekend. YAY!

So that's my average week. Until today.

Today was a full-blown GarfieldeyesglazedcomatosecoffecravingbutsinceIhatecoffeemorelikeMountainDewcraving Monday. I was BEAT I tell you. And there was no cure for it. I sat at my desk desperately attempting to escape reality. I started watching some Muay Thai boxing on Youtube.com (that's a Thai game...yuk yuk yuk). I've been obsessing over Muay Thai ever since I saw "The Protector" yesterday and I needed a fix of human violence. More than just excerpts from Van Damme's "Kickboxer" or clips of Sagat from Street Fighter II,I wanted real pain! I found MANY clips of broadcasted tournaments. After seven hours of watching people pummel each other in the arenas of Bangkok (an even funnier word than peacock), I think I finally lost my grip on reality. I started looking around the office and sizing up my co-workers to see if I could take them. After the fifth awkward look I received, it dawned on me that I work in an office building with middle-aged women. Of course I couldn't take them.

Check out this Muay Thai guy kick the crap out of the Tae Kwon Do chamion. The sweep kicks at the end are precious.



OWNED!

My escapism did not stop in Thailand. This evening, I watched "The Neverending Story" with Liz. I forgot how much I wanted to ball-gag Bastian during that movie. Every single thing he says is painfully corny and really annoying.
"No" (puts down PB&J sandwich) "we've still got a long way to go." Retarded. But I enjoyed the film as a whole. I mean, you had young Noah Hathaway as the warrior Atreyu, who later went on to star in "Troll" as a boy named Harry Potter (weird). You of course had the great Deep Roy, perhaps one of the most experienced diminutive persons in all of hollywood. What a resume!

"Well, I've been an Ewok, a racing snail jockey, and there was that one time when I played every single Oompa Loompa on the planet".

You're hired. And perhaps best of all was the bumpin soundtrack by Kajagoogoo's Limahl (that's not just babytalk, look it up).



I love this movie. I once witnessed a wonderful conversation with Liam and someone who hated the film.

NS Hater: "I hate movies like that. It was so unrealistic. I hate fantasy films etc..."
Liam: "Don't you get it? You are the Nothing! That's you!"

Classic. I've never heard a better insult in my entire life.

And now today's movie. For those of you who wanted to escape reality, here's Jackie Chan.

Yes, that was from Disney's "Mulan"