Horse Brutality

Apologies for the title.Rainy weekend in the Port City. I hate the rain. I'm beginning to understand what made guys like Stone Gossard, Chris Cornell and Layne Staley hate their lives and love heroin. The bleeding rain.A rainy weekend was the worst way to end a Mai Lai week. You know what I mean. I used to just have Mai Lai days, where I would wake up and want to slaughter innocents. Very bad days, so to speak.I had seven in a row. A Mai Lai week.But I feel all right. I did steal all that from Frank Castle (a.k.a. The Punisher) because I do have that on my mind. But the week is over, and I can move on.To another week.Hopefully Mai Lai-free.On a brighter note, the weekend I just had was somewhat better. Got paid, blew some cash, had some beers. Beer makes everything better.Wow, that is the most alcoholic thing I've ever said.Anyhoo, I finally got to see Punch Drunk Love. It's bizarre, because it's realistic. And there was some fantastic functional framing.Ah, film aliteration.Counteracting this experience was the fact that my phone didn't ring much this weekend. When it did, my ear was not then filled with the beautiful voice of the Woozle. I think I'm being squeezed out, but that could just be my insecurites talking.I didn't call.If she wanted to talk to me, she'd have called me like she said she would, right?I'm going to find me some Thin Lizzy music per Henry Rollins' suggestion. Women just may be as evil as I think they are.With a few notable suggestions. You ladies all know who you are, and I thank you all for being there.Hmm, more coherent ramblings this time. I'm surprised.Well, I return to the 4077th tonight to see those wacky surgeons and nurses again. I get to see The Chamber of Secrets on Monday. I'm pumped. I'm a mark for this kind of stuff, I don't know why.I'm also watching North by Northwest, the Manchurian Candidate and Gone With the Wind. Three classics. Can't wait.Next week is already shaping up to be better. Maybe I'll find love too.I probably shouldn't push it.Or maybe I should . . .