I'm in love with a woman who has a fake alien accent

I wish my laugh was more like Tom Hulce’s from the movie Amadeus.  Then I would be more popular and not such a loser.  I always imagine laughing like that right before I commit the physical act of taking my own life. 

 

I recently rewatched John Wick after purchasing the blu ray and I think I would boot off Interstellar from my top 10 list and stick Wick right there. 

 

I can add Lynda Carter’s Wonder Woman to the list of people of whom you remind me. 

 

The Grammy’s are a bizarre and twisted joke, similar to just about any entertainment awards shows.  Kanye West largely seems like an idiot though I do greatly enjoy his music.  There is a strange racial element to these awards which is troubling for all sides.  Also, is west on Beyonce or Jay-Z’s payroll?  I’m not sure why accruing thousands of writers and artists for your albums merits awards but I guess that’s why I’m not on the committee (or an artist).  On a side note I’ve always found Beck to be quite boring an uninspired and not a patch on those he claims as inspirations/influences (such as the man that presented his award).  I’m that entitled cowardly blogger who trashes people from behind the safe anonymity of the keyboard.  Treasure me. 

 

I don’t understand the world at large anymore.  Beyonce, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, Iggy Azalea, Miley Cyrus the list goes on.  Why do so many female artists make music videos designed for teenage masturbation?  Is this girl power?  Is Beyonce a feminist?  Was Annie Lennox right?  Even my beloved Shakira.  Or am I guilty of a double standard.  Am I similarly befuddled by old Red Hot Chili Peppers videos where they parade around shirtless (or sometimes with far less on), showing off their sweaty bodies and reveling in delicious masculinity.  Is such tawdry sexiness a bad thing?  Does it cheapen the music at all?  Or is it just another marketing plow that should have no effect on what one thinks of the tunes?  And can it just be written off as an extension of that individual’s personality?  Is Madonna and Lady Gaga’s bizarre sexual displays somehow more pure than the more classically adolescent examples of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera?  Or is it all just the same?  And who the hell are they marketing to?  I will never buy a Nicki Minaj album, or Rihanna or Beyonce or Christina but I may view their videos on a lonely night with my erect pulsating cock firmly in hand, eager to sow my plentiful seed in the carpet at my feet and in the spaces between the keys on my Dell keyboard.  But do girls like these videos?  Is it empowering to see those images?  Do the women that watch these videos want to do these things?!  Or is it a simple admiration of brazen sexuality?  I just don’t know anything about anything anymore. 

 

Alien vs. Predator is an awful movie. I saw it opening weekend back in the summer of 04’ with two of my best mates.  Even years on I can’t stop thinking about SANAA LATHAN.  I am very physically attracted to her.  Some epic folks online wanted her to play Wonder Woman and I think that announcement would have pleased me more than who was eventually announced. 

 

I am by and large a total idiot and a complete failure. 

 

I watched The Drop last night.  I will have to rewatch his entire filmography but I feel safe and secure right now calling it my favorite Tom Hardy performance of all time. 

 

For years now I’ve been in love with Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.  But I just don’t know what to do about it.  God, I don’t know what to do. 

 

I spent a good part of yesterday reading some of Grant Morrison’s classic Animal Man comic books.  They pleased me to no end. 

 

We've only had two breakfasts so far but overall I'd say the group is going very well and I think there was a marked improvement from the first breakfast to the second one in terms of everyone’s comfort level and eagerness for discussion.  Flapjacks, sausage, bacon and eggs with a bowl of oatmeal and glasses of orange juice and coffee.  That’s what I need. 

After work I am going to hitchhike over to ye olde conglomerate and purchase a copy of Zero Dark Thirty (which I’ve never seen) and any Nicolas Cage movies they have in stock!  Cage is my obsession.  I’ll return home quickly though that I may see the newest episode of Lucha Underground.

Baseball begins today.  Could there be any better day in the whole world?  I have my new jersey ready to be worn to death while I commit to watching every single game that transpires this season. 

It’s reopening has sealed my doom.  Already I am planning a return trip.  Oh sweet flesh.  Oh wonderful thickness.  My desires to be suffocated are reaching a fever pitch.  And how I long for verbal abuse. 

The Coyote Gospel was certainly beautiful, even subtly so.  I did not realize its true and full greatness until the following days wherein I could not stop thinking about it. 

I recently ordered an old Scott Walker album.  No, that is incorrect.  I ordered a relatively new Scott Walker album.  It may not be his most recent release but it is pretty damn close, that I can promise. 

Much like my brain explodes every time it hits sun light I have come to the perverse realization that true numbers do not actually exist in this world.  Used pantyhose cloud my thoughts and how could they not?  I smile and my eyes involuntarily look upward.  There is a snake in a drawer nearby.  I think about cracking my skull open with a tape dispenser.  I really do love Sting’s bass playing.  I am probably my least favorite bass player.  People keep trying to steal my farmland. 

Could the Love Symbol Album be my favorite Prince album?