i just got some kick ass arby's coupons.

4 for five. beef and cheddars.

ain't nothin' better
than beef and cheddars.

note to self:
call arby's

yes.

say that like marv albert.

yes.

listening to some lucinda.

that's a bad bitch.

one of the few women i would pay to go see. for some reason, i can only stand to hear a woman sing about her feelings for so long and then i just completely lose interest. i like lucinda, but i think she is actually a man. or possibly an alien.

i would pay to go see janis joplin.
but she's dead.

i would pay to see anyone perform that is dead.

(fifteen minutes later after some dancing in my socks and staring at myself in the mirror.)

i am thinking of opening my own fashion line.

it's gonna be called cope's.

flannels of all designs and sizes.

i know everyone has been wondering if i saw "Walk the Line" or not. i have received several emails asking for my incredibly esteemed opinion on the movie.

here it is.

my favorite line in the whole movie was, "that Elvis sure likes to talk about poon."

total genius.

it didn't take as long for me to get over the fact the joaquin did his own singing
as it did for me to get over the fact that he has a hairlip.

would i.

hairlip. hairlip.

the music was well done and that is the important thing. the movie also ended at about the time he married june carter which also coincided with the end of his artistic life. for that i was grateful.

the grateful dead.

christmas is upon us. remember to keep the christ in christmas.
because after all, december 25th is a pretty reasonable guess as to the time of birth of the so-called son of god who was possibly born in a manger but maybe not. and to the best of our knowledge, jesus wanted us to help sustain capitalism by maxing out credit cards to buy gifts for people we don't even like. i know it's in there somewhere.

"verily, verily, i say unto thee, go amongst the wolves and gather toys so that we may spoil all of our fat ass little children. they must learn video reflexes if they are to survive the apocolyptic holocaust of the future."

i think that's new testament.

i hate shopping for christmas.

i always end up buying shit for me.

word,

scott