I know most of you probably hate Nicolas Cage, but I think the guy kicks ass—just like fucking Keanu Reeves, baby, so yeah, I just saw Adaptation after it sat on top of my bedside table for the last month or two and if you’re a blockbuster.com member wondering who’s the fucker sitting on Adaptation, well, now you know, so my apologies go out (not really), but apart the side bullshit, I’m really glad I didn’t prematurely return the movie & actually watched it b/c it was a pretty solid flick & a true psychological reflection of what I go through each & every robotic morning—i mean it started out that way, at least—”I’m going to run everyday//I’m going to walk to that hot girl in the office near my workplace & tell her I want her…now//how I’m going to stop indulging in two scoops of sweet-cream w/ granola & pecans from Marble Slab, Flamin’ Hot Cheetos & Burger King Milkshakes//etc//etc, so yeah, it was kind of depressing & refreshing (just like this Run-On Sentence Review) & it made me realize that a lot of things we do—(ok, ok, I’ll speak for myself)—let me start over—a lot of things I do through the course of the day is completely meaningless, but succeeds to make me happy (i.e. this blog & these lame Run-On Sentence Reviews), so yeah (“so yeah” is the ultimate Run-on Sentence transition, by the way), if you just got fired, divorced, dumped, raped, etc, etc, don’t watch this film b/c it’ll make you reach for the nearest gun & shoot yourself in the head-Kurt Cobain-style, but of course, there’s also that small, small chance you might make it to the last 3-5 minutes of the flick & something might spark inside you that will cause you to see the light & ultimately serve as a cure to your sad state of existence, so w/ those words in hand, rock the 40oz, baby!