ow. still ow.
Apr. 29th, 2007 12:53 pmOK, the back ain't gettin' any better. Mom felt my lower back and told me that my muscles are spasming and locking up, or something. I've spent the last couple of days on OxyContin and Icy-Hot (Stuntman Mike approves), which is what shall likely get me through the photo shoot with Roy Cox tomorrow, and FAUSTUS rehearsals. Bloody hell, man. This had better pass soon, I can tell you.
I have a few hours to kill, and man oh man, I want to go to the gym for the first time in a week or two, but I really don't wanna risk any further exertion. Which especially bites, because... well, remember Carolyn? That Miss Fitness Universe winner who works at the gym?
Turns out that she's the Black Widow. No, I'm totally serious. Just take that full image of her on the second page, make her more pale and make her head bigger to accommodate her body, yep, that's her. The Frank Cho embodiment of the original Molotov Cocktease and Daredevil's sanest girlfriend works at the gym down the street. Sighh.
Instead, what have I done in my free time here at home? Watched TANGO AND CASH, that's what. A film that's almost but not quite a good as HARLEY DAVIDSON AND THE MARLBORO MAN, and it's certainly no THE LAST BOY SCOUT. Weep for Heffie.
And the teaser trailer for RUN, FATBOY, RUN, which I'd seen several months ago. Simon Pegg! Dylan Moran! Hank Azaria! Can even the destuctive directorial force of David Schwimmer make a bad movie out a leading cast like that? Let's find out!
I have a few hours to kill, and man oh man, I want to go to the gym for the first time in a week or two, but I really don't wanna risk any further exertion. Which especially bites, because... well, remember Carolyn? That Miss Fitness Universe winner who works at the gym?
Turns out that she's the Black Widow. No, I'm totally serious. Just take that full image of her on the second page, make her more pale and make her head bigger to accommodate her body, yep, that's her. The Frank Cho embodiment of the original Molotov Cocktease and Daredevil's sanest girlfriend works at the gym down the street. Sighh.
Instead, what have I done in my free time here at home? Watched TANGO AND CASH, that's what. A film that's almost but not quite a good as HARLEY DAVIDSON AND THE MARLBORO MAN, and it's certainly no THE LAST BOY SCOUT. Weep for Heffie.
And the teaser trailer for RUN, FATBOY, RUN, which I'd seen several months ago. Simon Pegg! Dylan Moran! Hank Azaria! Can even the destuctive directorial force of David Schwimmer make a bad movie out a leading cast like that? Let's find out!