Outrageously courageous, Sir Robin was.

As of right now, there is no better movie to go see than Borat. The man is crude, anti-semantic, racist, and yet terribly funny because you know Cohen (the actor) is none of these things. It is both entertaining and eye-opening - he isn't just trying to make you laugh, he's making you question your own limitations and bigotries.

Just beware, Borat doesn't pull any punches. Nothing is taboo. Nothing. Not even chickens.

Don't die.

Everyone needs a dire wolf when winter comes.

So, I came across National Novel Writing Month which is an annual novel writing project where you have one month to complete a novel. Thirty freaking days to write 60000+ words. This is a minimum of two thousand words per day. Minimum.

Wow.

So, I've been convinced to try it. I doubt I'll make it, and I'm a day behind already, but I'll try. The novel is going to be called "The Hope of Man."

Today, I finished almost 1000 words. To catch up, that means I'll need to write a little more than 5000 words on Friday. Ouchies.

Don't die.

In this world of man-eating zombies, its best to stay far away from the cities.

Over to the right, you'll see my recently listened to music tracks. So, if you're checking out the blog when I'm listening to music, you'll know exactly what it is I'm listening to. Ain't it neat?

Don't die.