Almost there

I’ve almost made it. Two more days, less so if I decide to sneak out for the midnight screening, in my Terminator pajama’s. The new Terminator movie is here, and I kinda have wood. Oh how I have waited for this day. Despite my excitement, I am a little hesitant to get too carried away about all this. Yeah, it’s gonna give my system a gradual dose of awesomeness, that will phase me into being ready for the new Transformers movie, without having my head explode again. Sure, this is gonna be one of the top 10 movies ever, I can feel it, but I still have my worries. Will it be awesome enough to make up for that 90 minute shitfest that was the last terminator movie? Will they find a way to bring back Claire Danes, and kill her? Will Christian Bale’s tyrade make it to the DVD commentary special features? And most importantly, will this be the first Terminator where they show boob? I’ll even settle for robo-boobs, it’s gotta be cool.
Only time will tell people, and I can hardly wait. It has managed to get me to come down from my excitement over the Bengals being on ‘Hard Knocks’, and it has managed to prevent me from sinking into deperession, as the Reds unravel right before my eyes. Hey, they were technically tied for 1st in the month of May, so that’s the Cincinnati equiv, of making the playoffs. Wel done Redlegs, well done indeed.
I’ve decided it’s time to set some new goals for my life. One, is to stop this rumored E.T. remake from happening. I may have to go down in a blaze of glory, but that butthole Spielberg is gonna regret the day he greenlighted that puppy. Don’t get me started on Drew Berrymore.
The other goal, is to see Mike Vick play for the Bengals. it has to happen, it just has to. It can’t be a watered down version of that union either. Not after he comes back, and finds minimal success in a wildcat role with another team, and then slips into the ‘nati. I want it now, while they still have a full arsenal of fuck-ups to play with him. Can you imagine? Tank, Chris henry, and Mike Vick? How sweet would that be? Throw in Ocho, and some re-occuring rumors about a Pacman signing, and it will be pure gold. And not the crappy gold that was Chad Johnson’s mohawk a few years back, but the good kind, like those kids found on Goonies. After about 3 weeks of those guys being together, Cincinnati would be a war zone, and Marshal Law would be declared. People would be too affraid to go outside at night, and pitbull’s would run wild in the streets. I can only dream about how awesome the Bengals would be then. Sure, they’d still go 7-9, but it would be the most exciting thing to happen in that town since Ryan Freel tried to drive accross the Ohio River Bridge after drinking 20 beers.