Let me tell you something, brother, friend.

I hate my family. Have I ever mentioned that? I do. I mean, I love them and all, but I hate them too. Not to bitch and complain but I'm very much a second class citizen in my own home and I'm quite sick of it.

But that's not what I came to blog. I'm not looking for pity points. No, I came to talk about the start of the 100 movies project. I said I'd start soon after the girlfriend ^fiancee left and I'm doing just that. While she was here we watched(ish) one of the worst movies I've ever seen, the Oz made "Houseboat Horror" (I remember very little about it) and, the day after she left, I mucked with my Netflix list and moved #95 The Last Picture Show (1971) #97 Blade Runner (1982) (Final Cut version) and #98 Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942) to the top of the queue. I already own #96 Do The Right Thing (1989) and #99 Toy Story (1995) while #100 Ben-Hur (1959) is available for Netflix Streaming. So, I guess I can start today or tonight or something. I'm considering one line reviews and star ratings (as considering it's the "best American movies of all time" list), so we'll see how that goes.