I know it's been a few weeks since I've posted a review, but I haven't seen anything since Meet the Robinsons at the end of March. But at long last, the beginning of a long string of reviews as the summer season is almost upon us. I already have my tickets to the midnight showing of Spiderman 3. Enjoy the Pathfinder review.

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Yesterday afternoon as I was walking to my car to leave campus, the events at Virginia Tech were on my mind. I wasn't really thinking about what happened; I was thinking about who would catch the blame. How long would it be before video games would be blamed for the shootings? I was ready for everyone to place their bets, but I'm a little too late. It appears that Jack Thompson, infamous with gamers everywhere for his strong stance against video games has already opened his mouth as has Dr. Phil. Is it wrong for people to admit that kid was just screwed up in the head? The majority of males between 13 and 35 play video games. So, one guy goes crazy one day and it's the fault of video games? Shouldn't everyone that plays video games be out causing a ruckus? I played Nintendogs this morning. I hope I don't snap and run across the quad to kidnap a dog. More than likely I'll play baseball and/or hockey this evening on my PS2. Hide all the round objects in the house before I start smacking them too. I need to go now. I have the sudden urge to eat marbles and track down some ghosts.

This blog is not the least bit PC. If you are easily offended or a dirty hooker, move along.

The whole Imus event that has been brewing over the past week is just pissing me off. First of all, I'm pissed that he got fired. There was no reason he should have been fired. Everybody against Imus wants to take one statement that he made out of context and treat him like a bigot. Imus does a comedic morning show on radio. What he did was a bit referencing the Spike Lee movie School Daze. I've seen nothing in the news about the end of the bit where he said the Rutgers vs. Tennessee game was a Jiggaboo vs Wannabees thing. He tied the whole thing together, but no one sees that. People want to focus on "nappy-headed hos". Is it just me or is Jiggaboo more derogatory?

I don't see Al Sharpton or Jesse Jackson saying anything about the Jiggaboo statement. I refuse to call them reverends. I think I'm more of a reverend than they are. If they are such great men of God, why don't they forgive Imus for what was said and accept his apology? Instead, they demand his firing, saying that the two week suspension was not enough. I'm so tired of them thinking they represent the entire black community. They are nothing more than egotistical spotlight whores. Oops, better fire me for that. Why don't they buy some tights and a cape if they want to be the defenders of black injustice?

Why is it that a nearly 67 year old white man gets the boot for saying something like "nappy headed ho" while much worse things are said on the air every day. Need I even mention the rap lyrics today? Why is it that Star (a black radio personality of the Star & Buc Wild Morning Show) referred to a caller as a "nappy headed nigger whore" and another caller a "dirty spic" in 2001 without any punishment at all? It took comments about molesting another DJs 4-year old girl in 2006 for him to get fired. What about Rosie O'Donnell? She consistently attacks people verbally but yet she's allowed to stay on the air. Should Eric on Amazing Race get kicked off for calling one of the beauty queens a "dirty hooker"? By the way, that is one of my favorite insults ever.

Imus wins out in the end. He will probably relax for a few weeks and then start a show on satellite radio making more than he did on CBS or MSNBC. Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton can whine all they want. I hope Imus sends them a Christmas card thanking them for their help.

There are no more agitated chattering in the morning, no more shredded carrots, no more dinging bells. Athena died Tuesday night; she was around 14 years old which is twice as long as her age expectancy. We don't know exactly what happened. I took her to the vet Tuesday to have them draw fluid from her abdomen which was swelling due to liver disease. It is a stressful event, but she seemed to be handling it when I went to pick her up after work. I hated to leave her, but when I brought her in, the vet had gone to the doctor himself. My only other option was to bring her back Thursday. Being sick, I knew the less travel the better for her, so since I was already there, I left her.

On the way home she was on her perch in the cage trying to recover. We had to go to the pharmacy to get a laxative mixture the vet thought would help keep the fluid from building up so quickly. The ride home was a little rough. I hit a pothole and heard Athena fall off her perch. I looked back and she was just sitting there on the bottom of the cage heaving. This was not good, but I thought everything would be ok. It had been a rough day for her.

After I got her home, I picked her up and put her on the bottom perch thinking she would eventually climb up to her usual spot at the top. A little while later I found her back on the bottom of the cage. That is never where you want to see a bird. She was just sitting there struggling to breathe. Fearing an imminent death, I placed her at the top of the cage, hoping she would calm down. The cage was covered and I turned on the lamp next to her cage to add some warmth. While we were watching TV, I heard her back in the bottom of the cage moving the corn cob. I don't know if she fell down or climbed down.

Before we went to bed, I checked in on her to see how she was doing. Unfortunately, she died during the evening. I don't know if the fall did some internal damage or if draining just took too much of her strength to fight. It looked like her abdomen may have ruptured, but this could have happened during a fall. All that we know for sure is that she lived an extremely long life and was well taken care of. She is very missed, but she is much happier now and has new playmates to be with.

I finally got the review done for Meet the Robinsons. It has been a long and tough week. I found myself staring at the TV more than working on the review. I finished it last night and halfway polished it. I have very little motivation to do anything except sleep and watch TV.

I feel like crap today. I'm completely lethargic and don't want to do anything but sit here. For some reason I feel like everything is coming to an end. Remember how you feel when you have a crush on someone and then find out they are taken or don't reciprocate your feelings? I sort of feel like that, like I'm experiencing a huge letdown (but not a letdown from a crush).

A lot of bad mojo is afoot right now. Athena, my pet parakeet who has doubled her life expectancy, is rapidly deteriorating. I found out Monday that she has liver disease which is common in elderly birds. The vet drained 3 cc's (a whole syringe) of fluid from her to try to help her breathing. I think it's all filled back up. Her abdomen is still beet red and swollen. However, I did notice she ate all of her carrots from yesterday, so I guess that's a good sign. I'll need to take her regularly to get drained until she dies. This could taker a year or it could take a month.

Yesterday, I spent about an hour writing an email to the game store owner expressing my thoughts and concerns about the baseball league I am participating in. I love playing but the league has gotten to be so imbalanced (thanks in part to the owner) that I just can't take it any more. In my opinion, he took advantage of new players in trading to create an all-star team. There is a lot more to it than that, but nobody here would care. What confuses me the most is that he replied to my e-mail and only addressed one minuscule point about what he charges for other leagues. No "Sorry to hear you feel that way" or "I think you're wrong". I even told him at the end of the letter that I wasn't planning to return next season. The only reason I am still playing at all is because I paid $20 to play. I just want to get it over with so that I can move on.

Unfortunately, moving on means I probably will never go back to the store again. There is no need for me to visit. Nothing else is played there that I care to get involved in. Everything they play requires hundreds of dollars to be competitive. It's very sad for me to let go, especially when I have been a regular patron for two and a half years.

The Predators dismal play the past week isn't helping to raise my spirits. A week ago, they were first in the NHL and now they have been reduced to fourth in their conference and little hope of regaining home ice through the playoffs. They might even fall to fifth or sixth place if they don't shape up. The hopes of getting the Cup is looking bleaker. As long as they stay in the playoffs long enough for me to make it to a game, I'll be a little happier.

The silver lining for today is that the Mets are 2-0.

April Fool's Day has come and passed with not even a hint at a prank from me. This is highly unusual. To be honest, I didn't even think about it, much to my parents pleasure I'm sure. I should be ashamed at the torture I've thrust upon my mother every year.

According to my mom, I've pulled some good ones. Last year I had what I thought to be a very obvious prank. I wrote a blog (on April 1st) suddenly declaring my allegiance to Bush and the Iraq war and that I was going to join the Marines. I didn't think there was any way that anybody would believe it if they knew me at all. Either my mom doesn't know me or I was completely convincing.

One year there was the required "we aren't married, but she's having my baby" prank. That one caused some tears and trouble for a little bit. One of my favorite pranks wasn't even on April Fool's Day; it was on Father's Day. I had accompanied my parents to church and during the service, they started recognizing dads (the oldest, youngest, etc.). In a completely impromptu moment (and to this day I don't know what provoked me to do this), I stood up when they recognized the father with the most kids. My mother was horrified. I am so mean, but she's good spirited, thankfully.