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Have decided to do the year in review as told by the first sentence posted in each month, as ganked from j_crew_guy. With slight modications by me because I care.

January 2004: "I love it when I don't get to a computer for daaaaaays at a time." (Note FROM THE FUTURE: How stunningly appropriate that my first line of the year should so accurately define one of my major issues of said year.)

February 2004: ""So, the only question is, which was better?"

March 2004: "You know, I've never watched the Oscars before."

April 2004: "Dear Johnny Damon,"

May 2004: "*hugs to everyone*"

June 2004: "So today I logged in to my mailbox and found a spam message inviting me to join some MSN group about Michael J Fox."

July 2004: "After the lengthy ordeal and crushing disappointment that was tonight's game, I felt that the only appropriate response must come in the form of a little nod to Transmetropolitan's Spider Jerusalem." (Note FROM THE FUTURE: That was actually one of the best games of the year, regardless of the outcome, as well as proving to be the final nail in Nomar's coffin. Because our shortstop sitting uselessly in the dugout, while theirs sacrificed his face to make a fantastic play? Didn't look so good. Just think, if Nomar had shown any interest in the outcome of this game, or if Jeter had backed off that ball a little, Theo might not have gambled on trading him. And then we wouldn't have won the World Series. So what I'm really trying to say here is: Thanks, Jeter! We owe you one!)

August 2004: "Okay." (Note FROM THE FUTURE: Speaking of the Nomar trade . . . This entry is extremely entertaining to read from a post-World Series perspective.)

September 2004: ""Wooo!"

October 2004: "Whee!" (Note FROM THE FUTURE: . . . Jesus. I'm not even making this up. Ah, eternal eloquence.)

November 2004: "Yikes, I thought yesterday that I wasn't going to be able to get out to vote."

December 2004: "I like how sometimes I can get through a twenty-four ounce can of Heineken (and yes, I did refer to the can to get the spelling) without feeling a thing, and other times I get a buzz halfway through."

( And because I'm bored, I decided to do the same thing with the last line from each month. Also, I'm hoping it will make it seem as though August through October were nominally intelligent months after all. I wrote that before I did this and will retain it regardless. )

And that is my year in review. I need to spend this one working on my soundbite skills.

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So a couple months ago, this documentary called Overnight came out. It's about the long process of getting one of my favourite movies, Boondock Saints, into production. Well, it was supposed to be about that. Instead, it ended up being about how the movie's creator, Troy Duffy, is such an egotistical asshole that he managed to all but destroy the project through sheer force of personality.

I was immediately intrigued when I first heard about it, and since it was such a small release, I assumed that it would not be coming to Maine and settled for reading all about it instead.

Then I found out yesterday that it finally made its way up to Maine (I should have known that The Movies on Exchange would pick it up; they specialize in documentaries and obscure releases). I had today off, so I went to go see it.

Obviously, with all the reading I'd done, I knew going in that I was going to see assholery at its finest. But I still was not prepared. There are not words. It was unfuckingreal.

And as a Boondocker, it was some weird shit to watch, too. Most people are just watching this movie about a guy who is so colossally full of himself and utterly clueless about human interaction that he ruins not only his own career, but those of the friends who came with him. I, on the other hand, am watching this astonishing behavior come from a man whom I admired not all that long ago. It was hardly a shattering experience - see above about knowing what I was walking into and looking forward to it - but it was a little unsettling. I kept on wanting to apologize for Boondock itself - "Please don't judge the movie by its creator!" I sincerely regret the fact that I used to post frequently on the official site boards, thus helping to make that tremendous ego even worse. (I used to doubt that Troy spent all that much time at the boards; I figured he just popped in once in a while a la Kevin Smith and the View Askew boards. Now I bet that he spends all his spare time there, because he's just that type.)

And I really, really wish that the lovely Boondock scriptbook that manderspander got me for Christmas a year or two ago was not signed. As the end credits to Overnight rolled, I remembered that I owned it, and that it bears not only Troy's signature but some inane comment about lobster (I live in Maine, so lobster jokes are all clever and stuff), and I was squicked out so bad by the thought of owning something that Troy Duffy had once handled that I had to do the Dance of Ew Ew Ew COOTIES. (Luckily, everyone else had left by then.) Maybe there's some sort of ritual purification I can perform when I get the book back from Dad's.

All this does go pretty far in explaining why Troy seems to think that there needs to be a sequel (called, I am not even kidding, Boondock II: All Saints' Day, like, shoot me now), which isn't the worst idea I've ever heard, but it's up there. Thank god that project doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Pleeeeeease let it stay that way.

Random aside: Also, Troy pings my gaydar something fierce. Seriously. Watch this movie and tell me I'm wrong. There's this scenes where he's going on about all the qualities the perfect woman would have, and I was like, "Yeah, don't forget the penis." Boy's in some serious denial. (This theory does put an amusing new spin on Smecker's behaviour in Boondock . . .)

To conclude on an up note: between his scenes in this and his recent appearance on The Daily Show, I have decided that I love Billy Connolly. He comes across as quite warm and personable and he just seems to like being around people. He's quite charming.