Fiction Blogs

I plan on writing serialized fiction blogs on this site. I hope that is cool.

Review of 8 Mile

I finally saw Eminem's movie. It was better than I thought it was going to be. The acting was fairly realistic and the casting wasn't bad. The ER doctor dude did a decent job as Eminem's MC buddy. Kim Basinger was believable as a white trash whore mother. Britney Murphy had a couple of good sex scenes. Her facial expressions simulated orgasmic pleasure in a convincing manner.

The rap battle scenes were cool. Eminem was perfect in the scenes and the other rappers and the crowd seemed that they had the right feel. The movie didn't end in a sentimental way and that was good.

Everyone Needs to Mobile Blog

If we all post our cell phone pics instantly to our blogs, we will have a real-time news revolution. Simply link your blog to news outlets and we can really figure out what's going on.

It Was a Hard Day's Night

I had 4 no loads in a row. I hope Kenny isn't playing tricks. But, anyways, the cab biz is definitely picking up here in Minneapolis. Cab driving is hip in modern times. Just check out the cover of Dylan's latest masterpiece. www.hiptaxi.com

Felonious Monk and Short Term Profit

The manatees got high last night. On life. It was in the air and everyone drank it in. I fell asleep before the rappers got there. Damian got the top DJ spot at Shieks. Topless chicks everywhere. I wonder if we should get steaks there on Sunday.

Jordan is in town with his wife. Mikhail left for Cali this morning with his baby. I feel depressed about the business.

Taxicab Journals #3

He was a real nervous East Indian. His wife was speechless and his son was sick. A gigantic 5 year old who wanted to be babied. His parents winced every time he coughed. I drove through the freezing rain with a careful hand. The fare was adequate. He liked the cab and felt safe with his family. We parted on good terms.

Will the Blogosphere Take Over the World?

Blogs let the pained and painful pretend to be smart. Most people have some kind of distorted insight lurking among the idiot impulses that torment them daily. They see the truth once in awhile when they are not paying attention. It smacks them in the ass and their subconscious mind winces behind their back. Then in a torrent of non-thinking talking to no one in particular... maybe to an acid queen behind a cash register... they will talk it all out exactly right. (The passing psychoanalyst might smell this phenomenon if they happen to be in the store at the time.)

Losing Oneself for Free

I think the typical day for a loser is to be totally free with all desires. A sort of anti-Buddhahood. Losers are admired by most people secretly. We all claim to depise losers but secretly feel their pain. Think about the ultimate loser: what is the first face the comes to mind?

For me, it is Pauly Shore. Weird, huh?

My Baby IS Back

I have to get back in the flow of cyberspace. This blog has too high of a Google Page Rank to ignore. What to say to the world today?

I just got back with my old girlfriend from the 1980's Maria M. She was my baby for 6 years but I lost her to a "friend." The kind of friend referred to in the Cake tune's refrain "Coming from you, 'friend' is a four letter word." I forgive the dude though. It has been so many years
and so many crossed bridges.