I was reading the New Times and there was this article that said, and I quote, "SAFE SEX GET PAID: MEN 18-46 $1000/wk Miami Area Free "Black Book" offer . . . www.safesexgetpaid.com" ok, so you're probably wondering why in the world i brought this up. well, it was because it just struck me as a really strange ad. just think about it. what exactly are these men getting paid to do? i mean, what does this "SAFE SEX GET PAID" stuff entail? where exactly is the down side? there's gotta be one, or every man this side of the mississippi would be making a mad dash to the phone right now. but, you know, quite frankly, if I were a guy in need of some quick money, hey! what better way to earn some? this company's slogan should be: "make some flo while you get some . . . ummmm . . . (note to self: find word that rhymes with flo)." sorry. i can't think of anything terribly witty that rhymes with flo. it's just too late at night for my brain to function properly. maybe the answer will come to me in a dream tonight.

reading over this, i've decided that i've just written a completely pointless journal entry with no redeeming social value whatsoever. stuff like that is ok every once in a while though. why else would movies like Wayne's World and Maximum Overdrive exist?

Maximum Overdrive! Now THERE'S a movie to talk about. It's about electrical appliances and other machines of sorts having minds of their own and trying to take over the world by killing off the humans--and not too pleasantly, might I add. There's this one scene where this little baseball team is practicing and the coach goes to get a coke. well, out of nowhere, the coke machine pelts a coke can at the guy, right in his you-know-where. then the machine proceeds to wobble back and forth, taking little jerking steps, and starts pelting cans at all the little leaguers who are now running and screaming in terror. now, if that isn't funny, i don't know what is.

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