I gave in. I'm such a hypocrite.

Y'know, it wasn't that long ago that I posted something about not wanting to follow the societal norms of the profile section. Then the comments (few as they were) dried up. Now, it's 1:45 am, they're about to turn the lights on at the bar, and I'm talking to the 45-year-old in serious need of a dentist, a dietician and a better dye job. I'm desperate, people. I know my last few posts have strived for analytical clarity and faux profoundness when analyzing some rather good films, but those days are over! I'm getting proactive now.

So what does that mean? I whored myself out to the profile section. You can now see that my favorite movie of all time is Out of Sight. Yes, that one with J-Lo. Yes, I think it's that good, even if it has J-Lo. That is a post for an entirely different time, though. What have I learned by placing that in my profile? I guess that a whole bunch of other guys my age and approximately 2 females like that movie. Betcha Fight Club pulls up like 300,000 people. I bet all of them are under 30. I bet 4 of them read the book before the movie came out. That's right, I'm calling you people out. Read the fucking book, already, even if the movie's ending works much better. Throw on The Pixies' "Where Is My Mind" on repeat if it helps you out.

You can also find out that I like DJ Shadow, who produced the best album of the '90s, Endtroducing... Again, another post for another time. You can also find out that a chick named Stroker Ace likes him, too. Great name, by the way. I could rattle off a whole bunch of other music I like, but I had to cut myself off before I bored even myself. You should see my iPod, though. It takes like 10 minutes to scroll through all the artists on it. There's plenty of stuff I'll openly admit is crap, but I don't care because it's fun crap. I'd rather listen to Deee-Lite over some angsty indy band with a clever name any day.

So yeah, check out my profile or something. And comment, DAMMIT.