I also can't dance though I'm simultaneously too stupid to understand the noise

The daughter of the demon presented herself during my morning routine today, looking as enchanting as ever.  I would happily scale those snow peaks were I able, if only for a chance to hold her gaze while I am struck down, a blade driven swiftly and without mercy through my heart.  Perhaps she would say a silent prayer for me while I fall.  

Going along those lines, for the first and arguably most important meal of the day I consumed two farm fresh eggs cooked over easy, a slice of raisin toast with a liberal dollop of extra creamy peanut butter, a handful of tart blueberries and hot black coffee.  

Esperanza Spalding. I’ve been listening to her new album Emily’s D+Evolution quite a bit this past week and am finding it to be an increasingly rich and rewarding work.  I’ve followed her career for some five years now and consider her to be a very inspiring and honest artist who frequently showcases sumptuous bass playing on record and live.  Speaking of which, there are some fantastic live performances from this album lurking around on Youtube and they are definitely worth checking out and watching dozens of times in a row!  She is definitely a breath of much needed fresh air as I have recently felt rather bombarded with all the utter shit that passes for music these days.  Albums by Cocteau Twins, Echobelly, Scott Walker, Raekwon and an album called Lodger have also been rather helpful in me retaining my already tenuous sanity.  And always Outside.  Always.  So necessary.  What a shitty world.  

I have been enjoying the first season of Supergirl.  I typically do not comment too much on special effects (except for tired and snobbish assertion of preferring “old school” make-up, prosthetics and practical effects over CGI in nearly any and every given situation) but after seeing the white martians fully realized and the weekly depictions of the Martian Manhunter and of course the fight and flight effects on the titular heroine I would like to pay my highest compliments to the effects team for doing superlative work in every episode.  I hope this series is granted a renewal that I may continue to devolve even further into a lifeless TV junkie.  On a completely unrelated note I think I shall listen to some classic punk rock albums at some point today, perhaps while driving around with no particular destination in mind.  Upon returning home I may try and learn some of those very songs on my Fender Jazz bass while simultaneously considering whether to also purchase a Fender Precision bass (though this has nothing to do with the quality of the Jazz as it is an excellent instrument).  

I recently saw the trailer for The Truth starring Nicolas Cage and Elijah Wood and I can say I am legitimately excited for this feature film.  It looks like Crazy Cage is back!  Few things in life delight me as much as Crazy Cage!  My excitement for Batman V Superman Dawn of Fishsticks is also reaching a fever pitch!  I have my tickets purchased!  I will be there opening night, prepared for slavish devotion or appalled hatred.  

People are always putting shit in my mouth!  It’s disgusting!  I can’t stand it!  If it’s so cold why don’t you try getting a job you stupid slob! 

All I wanted to do last night was drink copious amounts of alcohol and watch David Lynch movies and Arrow and I’ll be damned if I didn’t make good on that wish!  I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm (you see how today’s muzak keeps coming back to me?!  Why?!)!  I’ll never say anything nice again, how can I (oh thank God!)!  

I was deep into a drunken stupor when I watched the following two movies back to back: Ghost Rider Spirit of Vengeance and Drive Angry.  Savvy readers will note they both star Nicolas Cage and both feature hell driven protagonists behind a flashy set of wheels.  Cage is all over this post!  I think he described his larger than life acting as some of sort of kabuki.  I tend to view it as very impressionistic.  I repeatedly curse myself for how easily and foolishly I dismissed Cage early on in my miserable and worthless life.  I now see what a bold artist he truly is and my admiration for his craft only grows stronger with each passing day.  

So following up on the recent crap I wrote about the upcoming adaptation of some of the books (though who knows which ones?!) from Steve King’s Dark Tower series, word on the streets say that none other than Breaking Bad’s Aaron Paul is set to have a prominent role, most likely as Eddie Dean, a drug shilling lackey turned hero and integral part of Idris Elba’s Roland’s team.  This is just hot buttered rumor at this point but I typically prefer dealing in rumor as opposed to fact.  I’m not sure how to feel about this rumor really.  I suppose it wouldn’t be bad though I’d worry he’d be too Pinkmanish.  But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad!  I just don’t know much of anything anymore.  I really am a failure in every regard.  

I do want to remain positive about this adaptation.  Maybe they’ll just cram all seven books into one movie and be done with it!  Elba and MConaughey are great actors and their names lend a certain seal of quality to the thing.  But then there is the ever looming and terrifying name of Akiva Goldsman which will always easily tip the scales in the other direction.  Gan help us all!  Or is it Ka?!  Whatever, someone help us!  Please!!!

Things feel much more real through glass/taken by her dark eyes/babyface was so right, so prophetic/excitement in routine, this is what is necessary every single time/introductions/a storyline makes it so much better/starting slowly, everything through a cover/eyes closed/mouth clenched/something new, even deeper, even further this time/bound/things start again always as before/professionals in every way/encompassing every single dream/inside his mouth/yes/over his face/oh yes/applying pressure/choking/sweet delights/taunting and laughing/oh such wonder.

I think perhaps he may now be looking for God in exciting new ways.