Promising Movie?

I saw a teaser trailer on TV tonight for a new movie, The Number 23, starring Jim Carrey. It looked pretty cool, and right up my alley. Then I checked out a longer trailer. Looks a bit more freaky than the teaser made it seem, but still feel like it's gonna be a "must see." See what you think...

  • 20070124 - Very interesting... I was going to post an update stating that this morning I was realizing how particularly apropos this movie might be for me, as my favorite two numbers are 2 and 3. When I launched Internet Explorer to blog, it came up to my default home page, (haven't bothered to change it from the OEM default). When I looked at the cycling headlines, I was confronted with the following text:
    The Tax We Hate the Most: Now 23 Million Will Have to Pay AMT...
    Ya' see that?!? 23?!?


A Couple Connections

Where've I been?

Well, I've still had a few connections over the past couple months. I just haven't had a chance to blog about it. But trust me, the world hasn't suddenly stopped throwing these little "situations" at us. Many of them, however, still come from the media. I once had a discussion with someone about how many of these connections seem to come from watching TV, etc.

Anyway, now on to two connections that came about while I watched TV this evening.

I was speaking with The Donald today at work about rheumatoid arthritis, (RA). Then tonight, I saw a commercial for Humira, an RA treatment.

Later on at work today, I was talking briefly with mjl about Underworld. Guess what I watched on TBS tonight? Yep, Underworld.

  • Dual references to rheumatoid arthritis
  • Dual references to Underworld
  • 20070111

    Ramble on...

    A friend and co-worker of mine were finishing our work day with a discussion of the magical music from the legendary rock band Led Zeppelin. I know, you're saying "So Fricken What - What's your point?"

    So, tell my co-worker I would see him tomorrow and prepare to leave. I grab my leather racing jacket, don my driving gloves, and sprint out to my late model, fuel injected, aerodynamic, built for speed, seats 7, MINI-VAN. I buckle myself into my 3 point harness seat belt for the ride of a lifetime home. I fire up all 6 cylinders, and she's growling like a cheetah hungry for her next prey. I check my mirrors, place this hot rod in gear, turn on the radio, and place my hands at 10 and 2, and begin the defensive driving experience home... I know, I know, get on with it....

    The third song I heard on the radio was from Led Zeppelin! You know I was "Ramlin on", all the way home.

    The Donald