I've been had

I can't even finish Tuesday's New York Times puzzle. Consider me, last Thursday, grinning stupidly as I tackled like a premiere cruciverbalist. Now few days later, I cringe at opening up my Seattle P-I again.

I re-read Thomas Harris' Silence of the Lambs again, and by glaring necessity I'm going to rent it again tonight after work. I just have to remember if they refer to Buffalo Bill as "Jamie" or "Jame". I remember the former, but the book itself insists on the latter.

Working on my own crossword has been outrageously obnoxious. I don't know how the fuck Brendan Emmett Quigley does it. It's absolutely frustrating to have some awesome answers but the complete lack of knowledge of three and four letter words to seal the deal. Maybe I should start smaller than a 15x15 grid. I think I've figured out the theme. But it seriously needs some work.

Keep you posted.

T-Pain is ruining R & B...

....though I'm pretty aware you knew that already.

Being that this is my first entry, I'm going to keep things simple. I'm 24, I live in the city with some pretty lame nicknames, my passions are crosswords (you'll come to realize this as I complain my struggle through a Friday NYTimes) and flicks. No doubt you'll read about those too.
I hope you stick around, since this is my first crack at a blog since I thought people actually cared about other people on MySpace, instead of just generating interest by posting comments so then others would clicky-clicky and comment. Since that realization, I've ditched Murdoch's favorite latest acquirement and headed for Google. Check in here and there, will ya?

I'll get back to T-Pain later.