Baffling

R. Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet" (not the one man concert, mind you, but the FULL LENGTH FEATURE! Which I'm certain R. Kelly shot in his own house) is quite possibly the best worst movie of all time. Yes, it even trumps Showgirls in my book. The accomanying drinking game (with Jell-O shots) also kicks the ass out of any Roadhouse drinking game. Gay sex, midgets, a fat redneck chick, and a dude named Twan. That's all I can say..and I promise once you watch it you won't be able to get the fucking tune out of your head for days. Watch it, drink, and enjoy. It also helps if you do this with a group via a living room in Jersey City. And don't forget to watch the commentary either.

In other news, I bought a new digital camera today....and the shitty freelance article has finally reached fact-checking stage. Maybe I'll actually see some money from that thing after all.

Also, one of my roommates did not know the word or meaning of Festivus. I was shocked, stunned, and extremely saddened when i had to "remind" where it came from and he didn't even register the reference. But then again, I'm a dork.

The boy gave me the Sex and the City box set for Christmas. Between that and my current viewing of old Sopranos DVDs (now on Season 3) I won't be watching trashy reality television for months...or properly utilizing my Netflix.