Only have a couple more hours to gear up for the Super Bowl party tonight. I am bringing a big platter of BBQ ribs as my part of the pot luck. I’ve been invited to a party at Kurt’s house, down in Brentwood. I’ve never been to his house before, but I know it is big and well furnished as he has been an executive for over 20 years and Brentwood is all high end homes.
Kurt’s wife was nice enough to ask what kind of beer each of us like to drink and she has planned a big spread of super bowl munchies and a buffet dinner for half time. To be honest, this is the first time I’ve been to a Super Bowl party that i didn’t have to BYOB.
Looking forward to watching the game on Kurt’s huge HDTV flat screen and hanging with his home boys. I know most of the guys that will be there, haven’t met many of their wives or girlfriends yet, and it’s kinda cool to be considered part of this group worthy of an invitation.
Finally get fed up with my old bank and dumped them. My new bank is just down the street and today I used the ATM to make a deposit, something I would never trust my old bank to handle. There were nothing but constant problems with my account at the old bank – sometimes a deposit would not even show up on my account for 5-6 days after I had given them my cash money.
This new ATM is really fancy – probably three or four generations better than the one at my old bank. The new bank lets you credit your own deposit slip at home on the PC and integrate with the accounting software they gave me for free when I opened the account. It tracks everything that comes in and everything that goes out, and at the end of the year it does my fucking taxes for me, too. How about that?
So, this new ATM has a lot of options to get you exactly what you want, fast and easy. And it takes a photo of each check that you stick in the deposit slot, printing out a little paper receipt that includes the pictures in case you ever have a problem. My account is credited immediately and they send me emails and gave me the phone number of a real live person if I ever have to call the bank with a question. I feel a lot better about trusting this bank with my money.
Why the fuck does the check engine light come on just a week or two before I have to take the damn car for the Emissions Inspection so I can get my tags renewed? How does the car know that this is the perfect time to fuck me over? Can’t drive on dead tags and can’t get tags with the check engine light one. So there goes a fast $800 to get the car worked on again.
Most action movies require something big and bag happening in the first 5 minutes of the movie. Mission Impossible III starts off with a boring adult party. I remember watching this movie when it first came out, and I liked it OK. Not a Tom cruise fan, particularly, but the movies were good with serious plots, some twists and turns, and lots of special effects.
For some reason, this movie takes a long time to “get busy.” Twelve minutes to set the stage and get to the guns and urgent background music. Still, it plays out well and it’s a good movie for a rainy day with nothing else to do because football for my teams is over.
Just watched “Nashville,” the new TV show, and I thought it was pretty good. I appreciate that the producers took great pains to do real location shots, like the real backstage of the Grand Old Opry and the real courthouse. Thank God people will know what it looks like here instead of Hollywood filming everything in L.A. and trying to bullshit people into thinking California scenery is what all of the country looks like. California has a very distinctive look to the trees and shrubs and even the houses – it looks nothing like California around here – trust me on this.
The storyline was believable but not anything close to real life for most of the music business people that I know. The music was good but I would not expect anything less from T Bone Burnett. This show could be the next “Dallas” – that wouldn’t be so bad.