Robot Williams and My Own Ineptitude.

I have trouble with motivation.

No, let me correct that: I have trouble with motivating myself to do schoolwork.

So, instead, let us blog.

I watched Dead Poets Society for the first time a couple of weeks ago and found that it was a sad movie. In related news, I cried myself to sleep for the first time a couple of weeks ago.

Who here liked that movie? Let's see, one... two, ok, yeah, I see a couple hands up, good stuff. Robin Williams is a good guy. That was a weird sort of role, though. It was like, "Well, now, Robin Williams the actor, please meet Robin Williams the comic. I think you two will feel oddly uncomfortable with one another." It was as if he felt he had to throw in those lines of Marlon Brando reciting Billy Shakespeare to assure his faithful that he hadn't gone all dramatic on them. Of course, I'm not saying he wasn't fantas-great in the flick, 'cause he was, but it was weird. That's all.

Speaking of Robin Williams, I saw Robots the other night, and let me tell you I was not in the least bit disappointed. That film did not suck at all. Many funny moments, I think. All I know is that Rodney looks like Ewan. Seriously.

Another productive day.

Here's something dreadfully fun. (Turn your volume up.)

That's all.

Can it get any better than this?

Dayyyngg it, I forgot. Before I sign out, I'd like to give mad props to The 'Hawk. Keep on lettin' your love flow, babe.

There. I'm done now.

Daytona Splendor, PhD. Blood Type: O.