another one of those damn tests

I don't know where I find these things.

Alfred Hitchcock Your film will be 46% romantic, 38% comedy, 41% complex plot, and a $ 43 million budget.

One of the best film directors EVER to exist. Your life must be something special if we're going to dig up Hitch to direct the film version. His films are studies of masterful technique and visual storytelling. He also has six distinct signatures he puts in each of his films, one of them being his fleeting cameo walk-by appearance. I think another one is that the leading man is always wrongly persecuted for something he didn't do, and the leading lady is usually a blonde. He made many more films than just The Birds and Psycho. PLEASE go rent, buy, or view North By Northwest or Vertigo!

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 26% on action-romance You scored higher than 60% on humor You scored higher than 72% on complexity You scored higher than 89% on budget

Link: The Director Who Films Your Life Test written by bingomosquito on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

I don't know what happened with the last post, but apparently I offended some people. James, I guess you weren't aware of my recurring conceit of adressing cyberspace as if it were a person. I most certainly was not directly adressing you or anyone else who has school spirit. And to put it more precisely, you were in fact not at the USC game, therefore you have no USC school spirit, which is understandable. And not to push the argument any further, but wasn't Wake Forest pretty highly ranked as well? Alright, alright, forget I said that.

Just thought I'd say those two things before passing out in a cocaine-fueled trip through time in a magical canoe with a rather tall midget. At least he says he's a midget. But I looked up at him and I said "Hey. Hey...Hey. You're no midget, you're Rick Fox." And then I woke up, sitting next to Spike Lee at the SC/Fresno State game.

kubrickian in every sense of the word

...but I guess there's really only one sense of the word. Irrelevant. USC vs. Fresno State tonight. 7:15. I'll be there, will you? No, because you have no school spirit. Loser.

I'll tell you right now Dane Cook is right to call any and all DMVs "Satan's Asshole" because that's a damn accurate description. Those stupid fucks are really adamant on getting my original birth certificate and I'm starting to get a little suspicious. Perhaps there's some state-wide scandal led by the Guvernator to steal my identity. We all know Arnie's got nothing else going for him.

On a side note, I really wish I had a British accent so I could be justified in typing (and saying) things like "bollocks" and "bugger off" and 'im instead of him. A good Rastafarian accent wouldn't be bad either. I'm reading a rather good novel (White Teeth by Zadie Smith) that gives a good transcription of the Jamaican accent. For example:

"An it not," exclaimed Hortense, returning to Clara, having received Darcus's grunt of approval, "dat young man's soul you boddrin' yourself wid! How many times must I tell you--you got no time for bwoys!" (White Teeth. 27.)

Rastafaris are kickass. Good advice for the ladies too, by the way. God knows if you want to save your ever-lovin' soul, you can't be wastin' time on "bwoys."

Strangely enough, I've been reading quite a bit lately, outside of just class reading. I bought two books (The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams, sequel to The Hitchhikers's Guide to the Galaxy, and City of God by E.L. Doctorow, no relation to the film of the same name) and I've already finished one (Restaurant).

So Thanksgiving is sneaking up on me. I still have to file some forms and shit out here before I go and I realize I have exactly two days (offices aren't open on weekends, silly) to find where they're even fucking located. I haven't packed, I haven't even thought of what I should bring home and what I should bring back. Hell, I haven't even thought how I'm getting to the airport. But I'll get home. So help me, I'll get home, come Hell or high water. And I swear once I get there, I'll stop speaking in cliches.

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The McNally Reunion Countdown: 4 Days

i've made a huge mistake

Not me. That's Fox talking. Or at least that's Fox talking come next television season when I blow up their headquarters for cancelling the funniest show on television. And by the way Fox, 13 episodes is not a season. Why is it that everything I love is taken away from me, and often very soon after I discover it? My life is rubbish.

Do something about it, if not for the show's sake, then for my sake. I don't have a lot in this world you know, and this is one thing I'd like to keep.

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Holy Shit Guys, McNally's Here! Countdown: 9 Days

the jig is up

Or so I'm told. Yes, I'm coming home for Thanksgiving, commence with the dropping of jaws. I think the majority of people know by now, so this is for all you stragglers out there. I'll be back the day before Thanksgiving with many a tale of "the big city," "classes," and "transvestites." I'll have to introduce the hometown crowd to Arrested Development (except for Christina, who's already in the know). Back to the countdowns! (Cue The Final Countdown by Europe! You know what I'm talking about Christina)

McNally's Back?? Countdown: Two Weeks

go, mordecai

After a very stressful week, I was blessed with a very stress-free one. I've never had less to do, and though I complain about being bored, I wouldn't really want it any other way. Who wants to have so much to do that you can't organize your thoughts? Anyone would much rather have so little to do that you have nothing to do but organize your thoughts. Sometimes organization can be a little scary, as I found out. I was just thinking about certain things (which some people know about, but others will be pleasantly surprised) and I found myself feeling very differently than I thought I did. Ambiguous and vague, I know, but ambiguous and vague it must remain. At least until I get so excited that I spill the secret. And who knows when that might happen. Could be at the end of this post, or the day before it's supposed to happen. Anyways.

With all this newfound free time, I decided to do some things I've been meaning to do. That being video games and movies. Of course, I should have done some writing outside of all the stuff I've had to do for classes. So instead of writing, I've watched Robocop, Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, and Life of Brian. And that's only in the past two days. Good times. Being in LA gives you so many opportunities to do better things, but I find myself watching stuff I could watch anywhere. Tom was telling me how he wants to see Paradise Now but he would have to drive like 60 miles to see it. I could easily go anytime out here, but I don't. I want to, but I don't. So here I am, rambling. I swear I have nothing left to say in this blog. Not just this post, but this whole blog.

While we were in town I bought a bunch of shit. Franz Ferdinand's newest, Wilco's A Ghost is Born, a Radar Bros. CD, and a Sparklehorse CD. Oh, and The Royal Tenenbaums. If you ever come across a Criterion Collection DVD for 15 dollars (e.g. The Royal Tenenbaums) and don't buy it, you are a poor shopper. Not poor like I don't have any money poor, but poor like I suck at shopping poor. So far, I've listened to Wilco, excellent obviously, and I'm in the process of listening to Franz Ferdinand. I'm digging it so far. I was hoping to find Natas at Amoeba, but alas they fail me. Rarely they do, but they did this time. Whatev, I'll get over it. I'll just wear my new shoes to console me.

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Next ish: So about that surprise secret thing I was talking about...ah, fuck it I don't want to tell yet. Or at all for that matter. The surprise is half the fun.