One in the same

Netflix will be the end of me. Here I am, 3:00 am... Just finished watching a movie... So stupid.

So, lately, I have been watching a lot of Al Pacino. He is pretty much the same character over and over; Gritty, no nonsense, terrible at keeping his life in order, the kind of a guy that makes your hair stand on end when he stares at you. He is intense. Whether he is playing a criminal, cop, or coach, I wouldn't mess with him. He has become a master at that role. Just like Will Ferrel at comedy, Oprah at TV, Keanue Reeves at... Sucking.. As well as Nicolas Cage and Brendan Fraiser....

As you watch Al, throughout his movie career, he seems to just get more tired, heavier bags appear under his eyes, and less patience. I've learned a few things from Al, as I've seen his aging. I do not think Al is a role model. I bet he is a piece of garbage, even the characters he portrays aren't that great, but nonetheless, they have some redeeming qualities that make you root for Pacino. He is loyal. That is super important; to stay loyal to family and friends. His Trust was gained, earned, over a lifetime, and could disappear in instant. He's got a good heart, somewhere, underneath all of the blood he just shed. One thing that has really struck me is that in the end, the previous choices PAC made, were his ultimate demise.

Fate is determined by us. We become exactly who we want to be. It's not easy to be our better self, to be honest, to be good. In reality, I think Pacino keeps playing these roles because that is who he really is, a man full of guilt. He doesn't appear happy, and the only peace he attained is when he was succumbed to sleep, via death. What a sad life to replay over and over.

We are the product of our choices. That is the common theme here. That is what the cowboy of the dusty plain was saying. External influences can affect you in some way, but it is adhering to those externalities that change your life. We can be like Al, always running from the past, our future determined already with disaster because he waited too long to fix his problems. It's all up to us.

Pfffffttttt

I wished I had a super cool name. One that has a real kick to it, like Roberto Luongo, Mason McGinnis, or Xavier Carter. I wished that until I watched the documentary "Freakonomics". They did this study that showed that the more unique your name is or culturally charged, the less likely you'll get a job. People are racist. So in essence, having the most dull, boring name, is the best option.

I have decided that my first boy will be Michael or Douglas. How American does Doug sound? My daughter, Leslie, a total mothers name. Then, to test if this theory is true, I will name my son Ravi and my next daughter imanotwhite. purfect.

Where in the world did LeBron come from? Bryan? Lebryan? Bryan's nickname was Bron?

I wonder.

I wonder if in hell there is really fire.

I wonder if Kobe talks to himself in the third person.

I wonder if policemen ever use the drugs they confiscate.

I wonder if Wonder-woman ever wondered why she was so wonderful. I mean, all she had was a lasso. Cool?

I wonder if Wonder bread has more trans fats than the other breads.

I wonder if Adam struggled with coming up with a viable business model.

I wonder what Chuck Norris dreams about.

I wonder if supper is better than dinner.

I wonder if neo-Nazis know that they are outside of their mind.

I wonder if Lil John knows he is out of his mind.

I wonder if ...... Scotty K. knows how talented he is? This is my cousins web page, check it out. The link that is.