Again I say oh yes to the cape!

I guess I just don’t know much of anything anymore.  That is the truth.  I’m pretty sure Superman 3 and Star Wars Episode VI Return of the Jedi came out roughly around the same time back in the great year of 1983.  I’m proud to say I own both feature films on blu ray disc.  I truly am an utter failure in life though this fact has nothing to do with my ownership and enjoyment of those movies.  I would likely say I enjoy Superman 3 more but I would also likely acknowledge Return of the Jedi as the superior film.  But what do I know?  Not much, that’s for sure.  It is increasingly clear that I cannot truly succeed in the adult world.  

You know, Iggy Pop’s new album officially is released today though it has been streaming on various channels for some time now.  I gave it several hearty listens and even started to peck out an elegant review that my laptop subsequently consumed like so much wordy cuisine.  I may attempt to rewrite this review though I have not as yet fully decided.  Also released today is the score to the upcoming flick Batman V Superman Dawn of Justice.  I plan on purchasing this score though savvy readers will already know that I dare not listen to it until after viewing the motion picture 3 or more times as I find scores to be so intrinsically linked to their accompanying movie I prefer not to listen to them without the added context of the film in my brain.  

I guess I should have stayed on the farm.   My whole body has been filling with poison lately.  I am frequently taken aback and stymied by own uselessness.  I’m sitting down in a Chinese restaurant in the middle of the night and the raining is coming down like hell outside.  I make a stupid joke to the tired but polite waitress and she gives a courtesy laugh and leaves my check and a fortune cookie.  I read my fortune – though it is not actually a fortune – sign the check with a deserved generous tip and make way out into the rain.  There are a couple bars that are viable options and either is as good as the other. 

 
All these little yellow notes determine everything meanwhile I am left wondering where my soul has gone.  I laugh at my own pretensions.  I think I am becoming more plastic and saccharine these days.  I am a strange product of the 90’s.  I’ve watched the movie Bad Lieutenant Port of Call New Orleans so many times these past couple weeks, I just can’t get enough.  Typically while watching this film I am intoxicated or on my way to being intoxicated.  I think we will one day look back on that clandestine meeting as the moment we lost control and the moment we set the rest of our lives up for a fiery crash.  

Heck, or maybe not!  Though why did you have to wear those?!  Why!!?  Who told you?!  I know it was calculated.  Someone was talking strategy and weaknesses.  Please forgive me. 

Oh I admire you so.  You can create something with your hands and, when you’re done, stand back and see what you created.  I don’t imagine that we shall ever encounter each other in that bookstore and it would not make any difference now anyway.  Do you ever wonder though?  Has the thought ever crossed your mind even once?  Is it true that they always know?  

So it seems Brian Johnson has been given the boot from famed rock band AC DC and they are searching for another singer to take the reins for the remainder of their current tour.  My vote goes to Dave Evans – the band’s original singer from their glory days back in the 70’s.  In a recent interview Evans even said he would return to the fold were the band to ask him.  So it seems the stars are in line for the prodigal son to finally return.  

So it seems yesterday morning The Powers That Be released a new trailer for director David Yates’s upcoming The Legend of Tarzan.  I must say I’ve never been an especially huge fan (or anti-fan) of the vine swinging jungle man yet something about this project is oddly appealing.  The trailers have done a good job selling me on the concept so they should pat themselves on the back for that because my opinion and interest is very important (it actually couldn’t possibly be less important).  That being said I am a bit chagrined that Yates or cinematographer Henry Braham or both or someone else has decided to give the thing a dim bluish tint.  Does every fucking movie have to look the same these days?!  This is a jungle adventure, why can’t it look vibrant and colorful?!  Oh well, I’m an idiot.  I am concerned as to whether this flick – with its large 180 million dollar budget – may follow other recent attempts to resurrect older properties that bombed hard such as John Carter and The Lone Ranger.  Is Tarzan still appealing to the common folk?  Is the love story angle enough of a hook to bring in an audience?  Apes are hot right now, maybe the ape antics is all they need!  Time will tell dear reader(s).  

Oh the daughter of the demon.  I would gladly give her my sword that she may drive it through my heart (which she has already stolen).  A cape!  Oh yes!

I saw the power behind the throne the other day and recalled with supreme satisfaction the super short skirts and flesh colored pantyhose.  Sweet delights.  

Me still going through Arrow, currently smack dab in the middle of season 3.  It is a saving thing for me.  I love this show and its superheroics.  I am disappearing.  Red light, green light, I’m much too unkind. The Stranger imprinted itself upon me.  I think I am going to be recommending that very strongly to someone with an upcoming birthday (who regrettably missed a birthday).  Who died and made me anything?  It's still Lodger.  And many other like minded....  That first though....

I need to live in a pink and blue room.  London bye….