For New Year’s Day, a couple of friends and I went to catch a flick called “The Spirit”, and if you ask me, the movie stinks. I LOVED the visual techniques in “Sin City”, but when it was used for “The Spirit”, it didn’t get the same effect. Because for one, “Sin City” already did it, and second, the visualization in “The Spirit” was messy and half-assed. The entire characters were one-dimensional and spoke in such a completely stylized and slick dialog that you couldn’t buy into it.

Speaking of slick, do you know who’s not slick?

Me.

After the film, we hung out at Pris’s yard, chit chattin’ and what not, and part of the discussion concerned epic karate moves. I was demonstrating to them the art of an authentic roundhouse kick, and my foot landed on doggy doo right after doing it. I was wearing my favorite shoes too.

Instead of getting praises for my roundhouse kick, I only heard laughter for stepping on doggy doo.

Yeah, good one Tiff. No one’s ever going to take your roundhouse kicks seriously anymore!

Stepping on dog shit, or any kind of shit, sucks, but when something like that happens, I usually try to find the bright side of things. In this case, I stepped on a firm, dried up ol’ piece of turd, which is, hands down, way better than stepping on a soaked and freshly shitted mountain mush with steam coming off of it.

Tomorrow will be a better day.