We live in a fallen world. I have written these words
before. She said them
first. While the sun burned
me alive. When I woke up
this morning I once again begged forgiveness.
I’m ready for a beefier
Batman, perhaps a more physically capable Batman. I am slowly warming up to B. Affleck
as B. Man. The recent
comic-con trailer released over the weekend warmed me up even more. Hopefully by the time March 2016 rears
its ugly head and I’m watching the feature film on the big screen I’ll be bursting
into flames due to all the warmth I have!
Overall though I am in a much
more lighthearted mood this fine morning and I suspect this entry shall have
even less to say than normal. I
suppose there is actually a lot to be quite happy about, isn’t there? Sometimes things seem so serious but
that is almost never the truth. Upon
closer examination you can see quite clearly see the tragic humor. I was going to purchase the first
season of Farscape on blu ray but then I watched a little trailer for it and
saw how many alien species – done mostly with practical FX it seems – populate
the show and I became worried it may be too frightening for a man as
susceptible to these fears as yours truly. Still, maybe I’ll bite the bullet and
chance it. It’s a worth
taking the motherfucking chance, isn’t it?
I brought an album by Savina
Yannatou and an album by Ana Gabriel with me today. But this music is so lovely and puts
me in such a vulnerable state I don’t think I’ll be able to listen to it until
the sun begins to go down. I
was listening to The Who earlier and now it’s How to Destroy Angels,
specifically the song Ice Age, which always puts me at peace.
I’ve been watching the movie Jurassic Park 3 a great deal these past
few weeks – both on blu ray and when it has been on a cable television
channel. It is very much a
B movie but I dare say a good B movie. I
love a good B movie. Though I have always been surprised at how different
Laura Dern looks from the first to the third in the series; I believe it was
only a decade or so between flicks. Maybe
I’ll watch it again while ruminating over my failed and burdensome
life! I’m the last of my breed. Though
this sounds much more hip and tragic when said by Sam Neill (swoon)’s character
Alan Grant because he is a cool cat and I am not.
I’ve been washing my clothes
with a lot of Suavitel lately because it makes them smell like teddy bears and
love. I’ve been thinking of
buying a Stetson and wearing it ironically. I say ironically because I don’t have
the overall look or style for this type of headwear despite my fondness for
them. However I fear any
attempts at irony may just result in me looking like an even bigger ass than
normal. But would that be
such a bad thing? For
practical purposes it would be nice to have something to keep the grueling and
merciless sun out of my way and prevent my large fivehead from being burned
every time I step outside. Chime
off below to let me know if you would like to see me in a Stetson and how this
change in my fashion may affect your life!
It was the grisly winter of
2014 and I was with White man when I purchased Funkadelic’s 3 disc opus First You Gotta Shake the Gate. Like so many of the greats it has
rewarded patience and repeated listens by revealing a staggering amount of rich
and compelling music. It’s
been a go-to album of mine for a while now – weirdly combining well with 2013’s Hesitation Marks by Nine Inch Nails (also an album that
only grew better with time – and I’m intrigued as to where it shall take me in
the future).
A female Brazilian body
builder was upset that he was not following her instructions. She pointed to her wondrously thick
and powerfully muscled thighs and said in a commanding voice that if he would
not listen to her, he would listen to these. She then proceeded to put him in
various strangleholds and headscissors (standard and reverse). What glory!
I’ve been listening to Sonic
Youth a fair amount lately, specifically the albums Goo and Experimental Jet Set,
Trash and No Star. They
help me to be a bit more productive though I’ve no idea why. I think I’ll read Kim Gordon’s
book.
I was originally going to be a
chimpanzee standing in the long grass. Some
of this may still be visible. Now
there are slabs of meat rotting behind me. I kind of like this one though.
It’s coming up on 15 years but
A Day Without Rain by Enya is still a
beautiful album, still one of my favorites and still makes me feel like I am
with you.
My capacity to feel certain
things has greatly diminished over the years. Katie. It feels good to write your name and
to say it out loud. The
news that Iron Maiden is releasing a double album in September made me squeal
in girlish glee! How I love Maiden! Bruce Dickinson is a top 10 singer for
me. I saw them a couple
years ago on their Seventh Son of a
Seventh Son album tour and I’ve been contemplating serious self-harm these
past few days because I can’t find this damn fine album and I’ve been
desperately wanting to listen to it.
All she did was smile and
bring me a damn good cup of coffee but that’s all it took. A deadly obsession takes hold.
I fell asleep last night
thinking of an elegant and very well read vampire. I was delighted to find she is also a
fan of Jean-Michel Basquiat.
Necromance at the roller
rink?
I think I’ll throw Batman Returns on the ol’ blu ray player
tonight. It’s been at least
a week since I’ve watched it and I’d like to reacquaint myself with some of the
finer details.
Thank you God for
everything.
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