The lion awakes

One thing you can't help about growing up is becoming nostalgic about stupid things. In the 80s, I remember watching a movie called Club Paradise, starring Robin Williams at his coke-fueled best. I loved this movie when I was a kid, so when I say that it came out on DVD, I just had to grab it.
It's kinda dated, but it does have some funny bits, and I've always liked the soundtrack, which featured a few songs from Jimmy Cliff. It's always bothered me that I've never been able to track down this soundtrack anywhere, and I haven't even been able to find these songs on any Jimmy Cliff album. This has pissed me off to now end.
So, if you are ever out of ideas of what to get me for a gift, track down this CD and I'll be your bestest best friend forever.
My friend G. decided to hold an anti-valentines day thing in Fla. I don't know how it turned out, but I should check in on him to make sure he hasn't fallen into some Southern Comfort-induced stupor. Ahhhh, Southern Comfort-induced stupors.
I really do hate this holiday. For single folks, it's a one way ticket to cynicism or a depression instigator. For couples, it's a day of forced romanticism. No one can win, and half the time it all ends in tears.
Shit. Why I'm playing The Cure today, I don't know. All I can say is cheers, and designate a driver.