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Early in the morning at work I shift my weight a little, waiting for the next customer to come walking in the door. And as I do so, “POP!” My belt buckle falls right off of my belt. It is one of those reversible ones where you can twist the buckle to make it into a brown belt, and vice versa. And it just snaps right off. I did almost nothing to promote this either. I just stood there, looking down at my belt, baffled. After several minutes of fruitlessly pushing the two pieces together, hoping that suddenly they will magically decide they like each other again and stick, I have to give up.

I go back to the sales floor, sans belt. And let me tell you, I was not happy about that. Something really weird happened inside of me. I got extremely upset about the fact that I wasn’t wearing a belt. I mean, really upset. Emotionally distraught, you could say. It couldn’t have been worse if I somehow managed to make it into work with no pants on. I felt naked, both figuratively and literally. And I felt like a loser idiot who doesn’t know that you wear a belt with dress pants. I was seriously having trouble functioning at all at work.

So I went across the street and bought a $20 belt from Bass. And even despite the fact that I just dropped $20 unexpectedly on a belt in the middle of the day, just putting it on made me feel a million times better. I was a new man. I was able to do my job again. What a weird feeling. It’s silly, but I think I was about to have a panic attack over a silly belt. I’ve had this feeling before. I once went to the bank in jeans, but forgot to put my belt on before I left the house. I almost considered going back, even though no one would probably even see me.

I guess you could say that my mom did a really good job teaching me how to dress myself.

Alright! Some of you may recall that I started up a Must List two months back where I sorted out all of the billion or so movies I see every month and distilled that down to five easy bit size nuggets. That way you don’t have to sort through all of my reviews (or lack thereof, as it seems more and more like lately) to find those few choice gems that I really like and think you would too. These are my favorites. Do with them what you will.

July never got put up last month as was supposed to be tradition because, well, dammit, I saw a lot of great movies in July. It was really hard coming up with just five choices, so I procrastinated and procrastinated and what do you know, it never got done. Finally I just told myself to cut the crap and did it, now that August has come and gone. Just know that Mean Creek and The Honeymoon Killers were THIS CLOSE to making the list…

JULY
May
Mysterious Skin
Tristram Shandy: A Cock & Bull Story
Little Dieter Needs to Fly
Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai

AUGUST
The Barbarian Invasions
The Descent
The War Game
Ginger Snaps
Kicking and Screaming

There! With that done, let’s get to some more boring crap.

I know some of you love my crazy movie statistics, so let’s see what I’ve been up to the last two months.

There is just something about the dark and stormy weather of early Fall that makes music sound better.

We haven’t really gotten much rain up here. A little. Not much. Lots of wind, though. Temperature dropped quite a bit. I let the dogs out tonight and you could see the clouds just cooking past the moon. It was beautiful.

Work was…busy. Good, but busy. Couldn’t wait to get home. Couldn’t wait to find my new digital camera in the mail along with the new Entertainment Weekly and the Fall TV Preview. Neither was actually in the mail. That made me sad. Now I’ve got to wait until Tuesday.

I just love music.

There is this beer commercial on now that flips back and forth between a group of guy friends sitting around, watching a game and not saying anything to each other and a group of girl friends together all chatting and gossiping. After my last trip to Harry’s I could not agree with the profound meaning of this commercial more.

Harry is the one friend around here I still see on a regular basis. We try to get together once a week and see a movie at Crossgates. Afterwards, or if there is nothing good playing, we go over to his house to hang out for the rest of the day. Usually hanging out consists of watching another movie, watching the glories of cable, or playing either Tekken or Halo. The only time we seem to talk is when we are eating (that is, of course, if we aren’t already eating in front of the TV).

My parents ask me what’s new with my friends all the time. Usually, unfortunately, I have no idea. I’m really not good at digging that sort of stuff out unless it is at least partially volunteered. But when I got to thinking about it though, I don’t really care. Just being around a friend, laughing at the same stupid shit, constitutes “quality time” for me. Even though nothing ever exciting happens, it is surprising how irritable I tend to get when I haven’t seen Harry in a few weeks.

It’s an odd thing, being a man.

I have a large closet in my bedroom filled wall to wall with clothes. I also have a large dresser (with the drawers lined with wrapping paper from my very own baby shower) in my bedroom, filled with clothes. I never open my closet or my dresser. Well, that’s not true. I do hide my underwear away in the top drawer of the dresser. But otherwise? Nope, they don’t open. Do I walk around naked? Where the hell are all of my clothes then? Downstairs on a rack next to the washing machine. I don’t know why, but I refuse to use what’s actually available to me in my room. Might have something to do with the giant piles of junk in front of everything though…

So I did it.  I saw all of Season Two of Veronica Mars in three days.  And it was FANTASTIC.  Sooooo good.  I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  And best yet, I’m all prepared for the season premiere of Season Three!  Score for me!  I can’t wait to see what happens next.

If you are watching the VMAs tonight, this will be performed live:

The controversy of the day is that Kanye West thinks that the best music video of the year never got nominated for the MTV Music Video Awards.  That video, unfortunately, is his.  I watched the video on YouTube.  It kind of sucks.  Great idea, but the video is boring.  Kayne West is really getting on my nerves.  I love his music but his personality is one of the most annoyingly arrogant out there.

Now here is a kick ass music video from Muse: