A Man That Had a Stroke Reviews Star Trek Movies

July 13th, 2009Blog0 comments

The best thing I’ve seen so far today: A “man that had a stroke” video reviews Star Trek: Generations. Opening quote:

“Star Trek Generations is the stupidest movie ever made. It ruined everything. And not just Star Trek movies, but everything.”

These video reviews (another one here that reviews “First Contact”) are imminently watchable and totally enjoyable. If you don’t laugh, you’re not a Star Trek fan. And you probably have better things to do, like put together a nice outfit or not be anti-social.

Yesterday was an awesome birthday — thank you to everyone for your birthday wishes. I gathered them all up and baked them into sparkling treats for my unicorn.

It was pretty much a perfect birthday. I got up at 8 AM, did my run, then had one of my favorite breakfasts: The Westwood Omelette at the local diner. This is what appears to be a sixteen egg omelette with avocado, a whole pig’s worth of bacon, a melted block of cheddar cheese, and home fried potatoes — just like the kind you’d get if you lived with Paula “A Straight Shot of Liquid Butter” Deen. So the running and the food balanced out in the end.

Then I returned some library books (“Chimpanzee Politics” and “My Memoir” by Charlie Chaplin) and sat down for a few hours to crank out some work. On the way back home I was thinking that the day would be perfect if I saw Guernsey.

Guernsey is a large, friendly neighborhood cat that hangs out on a small pedestal in front of his building. He is black and white and is a Chaplin Cat — he has a black square of a mustache. (NOTE: They’re also called “hitler cats”, but due to his temperament, Guernsey could never be equated to Hitler.) He reclines in the sun all day and people come by and pet him, and that’s pretty much his thing. He loves everyone and everything, and does not hate Mondays. This cat is a buddha.

I walked by his building and didn’t see him on his pedestal. But then I saw him lumped by some nearby flowers, nomming on some stems. “Guernsey!” I said.

“Mew.” he said. He looked up at me, knowing he didn’t need to move. I would come to him.

That night we hit up my favorite Chinese restaurant on the west side (Hop Li on Pico), then hung out afterwards watching “DODGEBALL” on cable and eating ice cream cake.

I like my birthdays to be a model for every day of the coming year. This is going to be a great year filled with friendly cats, dodgeball, ice cream, Chinese food, good work and good friends.