it should not be difficult at all to discern which cobra is my favorite and why

Hot on the sexy hosiery laden heels of yesterday’s news that Slade Wilson AKA Deathstroke is going to appear in next year’s Justice League movie and will also allegedly be the central antagonist in Ben Affleck’s Batman movie, there are now an abundance of professional rumor mills stating that Joe Manganiello has been cast as the lethal lad. I recall seeing Manganiello for the first time decades ago in Sam Raimi’s first Spider-Man film (still the best Spider-Man film to date by FAR) where he played bully Flash Thompson.  In all the wasted years of my life since then I can’t say he’s ever made a huge impression on me though I recognize I’ve not viewed much of his most acclaimed work (though he was fantastic in Terrence Malick’s Knight of Cups earlier this great year).  I will say he has perfect look for the character – especially after those recent pics of himself he posted which lend even more credence to this theory – and the look is definitely the most important aspect when casting a character so if he indeed playing Slade I will be more than happy.  

In other cinema news I’m so excited for Rob Zombie’s new movie I can hardly shit straight!  I guess that’s not really news, is it?!  Still, my passion is equal to the task.  The trailer(s) make me doubt it can match the artistic heights of his previous movie, The Lords of Salem, but it looks to be a real brutal and visceral punch to the gut nonetheless and that’s just what I like.  I guess.  I don’t really know what I’m talking about anymore but I am filled with liquid anticipation.  Maybe I’ll watch Lawrence of Arabia later today while consuming a spicy chicken sandwich or maybe I’ll binge watch Season 4 of Arrow.  Either one would be a very productive use of my time.  people do love their tentacles, don’t they?   This home to frankly bizarre and wonderful desires.  

Will October 11th be the most important day of my failed and hopeless life?!  It’s certainly a distinct possibility!  Perhaps a resurgence is in order.  Perhaps my SHIN is going to do something extra special!  Maybe I’ll fire purple lasers out of my mouth!!!  I’ve just been singing the Smithsonian Institute blues lately, I can’t help myself.  Lightning is striking again!  In a few minutes I’ll probably plug in the ol’ Sega Saturn (still the best system ever) and play Sonic R for 11 hours straight and then maybe Panzer Dragoon.  Hell, maybe afterward I’ll go roller-skating for 9 straight hours while wearing a gauche tie-dye t-shirt and jean shorts and while listening to Neu’s classic 1975 album – simply titled Neu! 75 – on repeat through uber-cheap craptastic earbud style headphones purchased at a corner gas station. Ah Neu!  How I love them so.  How I love that Motorik rhythm.  Then when I come home I’ll throe Low on the ol’ record player.  That last track – Subterraneans – oh wow, how I love that sax solo(s) he pumps out!!! Be careful about sax before marriage though, that’s a big know know.  

Babyface is indeed very prophetic.  We have been suckling on this for so long I am now unable to function properly without this species of projection.  Everything better though the pane.  Strange how anxious we are to suppress reality.  There was bright blue expanse staring back at me, as it stared back at millions of others across all space and time.  And what other colors on display?  Like an Easter egg.  And then acres of darkness.  Cascading.  Such a costly error and now this necessity can never be undone.  These laces are always undone and I wonder how she could be so kind, the castle shaped like the letter W.  And now something new and fierce and all consuming.  These pink roses and black cobras have destroyed me all over again and I cannot breathe and it feels so right.  These shipwrecked maidens always conjure up something new.  All those ancient texts.  And this animalistic mother and daughter that are now on the prowl.  It is a hopeless cause to attempt the high road.  All is lost.  There never was any hope.  Let us not look at the carpet.  

Before they were a curse, they were a revelation.  That Little Star was caught out in the Rain again. though I fear a Fire may be coming soon.  Something red that will wipe all of us out.  And The Jackal.  My brain produces a fluid which can bring dead fish back to life.  Expect me to put that to great use in the coming months as I prepare to open up an exotic aquarium in the dark heart of downtown L.A.  Speaking of which, the other day I was running around town with a 15 pounds of wet leather in a paper bag at my side and found it increasingly difficult to reconcile this every shifting political soundscape in which we find ourselves.  It is terrifying how we all insist on voting given how ignorant we are.  Ah, I see the issue now, it was two at the same time.  we are all hopeless.  Of course we fail, how could we not?  Don’t kid yourself.  

I am pleased Metallo is going to be making an appearance. I’ve never looked at him as a serious heavyweight but I’ve always enjoyed his presence.  It should be easy enough to adapt.  Or should it?  I was in a store the other day when I saw the gorgeous re-release of Parade (Music from the motion picture Under the Cherry Moon) by Prince and the Revolution.  I almost plunked down all the rolled coins in my pockets and purchased right there but I didn’t.  I think will pretty soon.  That’s such a great album, top to bottom, one in a string of classics.  I definitely don’t need a hole in my head.  Love that bass line to new position.  And the one in the next to last song.  Oh man, what came next though…wow…simply wow.   

All these miserable years later X2 is still by far the best X-Men movie ever! By far I say!  You know, I really love the book Lisey’s Story.  I think that is one of King’s very best and is a rich and rewarding read.  Maybe I’ll re-read while sitting on a beach and eating an undercooked slab of prime rib. Also, I’m gonna go against the grain (or am I?!) and say I think Godfather part 1 is superior to part 2.  Always has been, always will be.  I’ve had From a Buick 8 for decades now and have not read it.  It is in immaculate shape.  I need to remedy by negligence and read it right now!  This far, no further! 

Detox baby, it’s comin’!