Reality has a lot of gems [(but to which reality am I referring?) and Chiklis/Influence 1]

I owe you.

So I’m not entirely sure what to think.  Mayte Garcia’s memoir The Most Beautiful: My Life With Prince now has a release date and cover.  It is a real tangible thing and the reaction of its very existence has been controversial with many speculating as to her motivations and whether this would have been allowed a release were Prince still alive.  Mayte has since promised that the book will not be some tabloidesque tell-all but rather a loving and truthful tribute of sorts to her time with Prince and that relationship.  I guess there is no way to know for sure until the book comes out.  It is very easy for these types of things to become exploitative and certainly there was a strong element of tragedy in their relationship.  But it is the audience who will determine its relative success or failure. Though I will she has always seemed very genuine to me (though my opinion is worthless).  I will say that some of Prince’s best and most gorgeous songs were written about Mayte and that entire era from 1991’s Diamonds and Pearls and the following amazing albums like Love Symbol, Come, The Gold Experience and Emancipation is probably my favorite Prince era ever.  He seemed to have a renewed energy and explosive amount of creativity much like his classic run of 80’s albums (though it is probably true that those 90’s works were not quite as groundbreaking or influential as the 80’s stuff).  The Child of the Sun album Mayte herself recorded (all songs written by Prince) is also a fave of mine from that era so I’m basically saying this part of Prince’s life is a strong point of interest for yours falsely.  I say that I’m not entirely sure what to think but I know for certain I will purchase this book on the day of release and probably gobble it all up that same week (figuratively as well as literally).  So wait for my feedback next year!  Also, I do like the title and cover.    

Speaking of books, I recently finished Revival by Stephen King and found it to be a most excellent, highly entertaining all around great read.  I am a huge fan of King’s post-accident work and it is probably my favorite King era.  This one in particular had a highly satisfying and horrifying Lovecraftian conclusion and I felt good that I was not able to really predict at all where it was heading until a page or two before it got there!  I’m of several minds as to what I shall read next.  Part of me has a strong desire for more King and I just purchased the paperback of Mr. Mercedes.  Though as this is the first part of a recently completed trilogy (the third book released mere months ago) I’m not sure if that is the best route to go.  I’ve also got George Clinton’s memoir Brothas Be, Yo Like George, Ain't That Funkin' Kinda Hard On You? ready to go and some other book whose name and author I can’t recall though it sounded interesting.  Or I could go for The Goldfinch and catch up on all that literary water cooler talk I missed out on for being so ignorantly late to the rich and wonderful Donna Tartt party!  Time to break out some chance cubes to help render my decision!  Maybe I’ll just read a book on ancient Chinese history and then gouge out my own eyeballs!

It was just the other fateful day when my Michael Chiklis’s album Influence arrived in the email, via 2-day delivery from Amazon.  The case itself is digipak as opposed to a hard plastic case.  I think Digipaks are quite attractive but I would ultimately prefer a plastic case as they are less susceptible to wear and tear.  I set aside the outer layer of plastic wrap that I may add it my collection and perhaps wrap it tight around my face later on.  Then I removed the booklet and smelled it and then I smelled the CD.  They were both pleasant in an olfactory sense.  The cover art is intriguing with Chiklis’s image residing high above a partially visible earth and his name and album title centered in between.  In some ways it is not so dissimilar to the cover of Prince’s 2007 album Planet Earth (an album I’ve always found wholly enjoyable, featuring an all-time classic in Chelsea Rodgers).  It is not difficult to discern what is being portrayed here: Chiklis is positing an eclectic musical taste and approach for his album, suggesting that INFLUENCEs from all over the world in some ways contributed to this release’s varied sound (I recall a recent interview where he named dropped albums like Security by Peter Gabriel and Hounds of Love by Kate Bush as among his favorites so, at least according to yours falsely, the man has good taste). Interesting to note that itunes refers to it as the Michael Chiklis Band yet the CD case itself only notes Michael Chiklis.  I am going to listen to this album.  Once.  A dozen times.  A baker’s dozen.  A thousand times.  However many it takes.  I am going to give it a fair shake as the kid’s say and judge it as album and do my best to separate it from the man’s celebrity.  Already I can feel it’s pull over me taking hold. 

he thought he saw her walking into the library.  His pulse quickened, he felt blood rushing to his face.  this is all so trite.  she looked just like her, same smile, fair skin and red lipstick, dark eyes.  The dress even looked like something she would wear, so colorful, perennially spring even during winter.  it reminded him of the first time he saw her in a dress. 

one day, he will cut this connection.  but when there is the slightest favor shown...she is going to be living with him forever.  

I watched The Neon Demon last night while drinking cheap white wine and then cheap whiskey on the rocks (the rocks were made from standard hard tap water; I don’t buy into all that talk about purifiers and filters and softeners.  Horseshit says I!).  What an interesting director Nicolas Winding Refn is.  From the trailers and plot description I originally thought the movie would be like Dario Argento’s 1977 classic Suspiria but I was wrong as fuck!  It actually reminded me a bit more a great French-Belgian flick from 2009 called Amer and directed by Helene Cattet and Bruno Forzani but I’m not quite sure why.  What the hell do I know though?!  Anyway, good movie.  great score too!  real beefy.  

The flare jean is making a comeback. 

I frequently wonder where you are.  All the days of my life.  

pasta 2 the core

The White Princess has returned, that is most intriguing.  I was watching an episode of The Flash recently and the final scenes featured Peter Gabriel’s classic hit In Your Eyes from his 1986 album So.  I must say I was surprised by its but found it to work remarkably well, particularly in its introduction slash revelation of the Hawkgirl character (with whom I am already developing an incredibly unhealthy obsession). I would like to make some time the other day to re-read H.P. Lovecraft’s short story The Colour Out of Space but it remains to be seen if I will follow through.  Maybe I’ll read outside.  Wouldn’t that be a hoot?!  But I did!  I did it!  I would also enjoy going to the cinema today.  I am a very meaningless individual.  I constantly taken aback by own uselessness.  I typically turn to the bottle at night though sometimes in the early afternoon and even sometimes in the wee hours of the morning.  I sometimes think I may be trying to suppress something via alcohol consumption. 

I watched The Invitation last night and found it to be refreshingly above average.  In particular, the first hour was rife with moments that gave me the creepies though it very nearly fell to pieces in a final 20 minutes that was all too typical.  The last minute twist was clever but could not undo the preceding 20 minutes of damage to the tale’s structural integrity.  I’ve watched grim and horror type movies recently like The Hallow, the new Blair Witch movie, From Beyond and Rob Zombie’s new flick 31.  I think there may have been another but I can’t remember.  I listened to Madonna’s 1992 album Erotica a lot yesterday.  It’s a beautiful electric artistic work.  

The reasons could not be clearer as to why he ventured there.  Though one has to wonder if anyone was paying sufficient attention to him to glean those transparent motivations; he is such a forgettable lad.  

I’m so intrigued by Michael Chiklis’s debut album.  Do I dare go for it?  is it just a slab of vanity fueled corporate rock?!  Or that is being dismissive and short-sighted?  and would it even matter?!  I love corporate rock and i adore vanity projects!  And at the same time I’m also so taken by Corey Feldman’s recent Today Show performance.  The internet backlash was far too harsh.  The chorus hook is actually quite catchy and there’s an interesting genre synthesis taking place with the dubstep background, hip hop touches and Feldman’s 80’s metal thrash voice.  the song has it’s charms.  I submit that it is folk’s preconceived notions of the man himself that fuel their tactless criticism.  Also, I liked his dancing!  And the bass player sure was purdy.  And that song comes from a double album?!  I love self indulgences.  Which leads us back to Chikli’s album.  His influences are grand: Bruce Springstee, David Bowie, Peter Gabriel, Kate Bush, love em all (he also cited Queen as an influence)!  Yet, does the man have any musical talent himself?  Would he ever have a change at mass distributing an album were it not for his acting career?  I suppose so since with today’s technologies anyone can upload an album online and get it out to people.  But would he have been granted any press coverage for it?  what do i know!? i don't know this man's heart.  i think i'll give it a chance.  no harm in giving something a chance.  no fate but what we make.  i truly am a sad individual deep down inside.  i cry every day but no one sees me.  i've put Feldman's performance below cause i love it so damn much.

Who is the man who assisted in his death.  Walking through the rain, carrying around this responsibility. I was in that very city.  I came so close.  I left a message there on the bridge.  If only I’d known.  I never venture outside of this zone.  I never have the fortitude to do what is necessary.  I am truly surprised that I’ve been allowed to live this long. 

Jealous, wanted to be the one to make her laugh.  Wedges for the first time, don’t really go for the alternatives anymore. 

Diet coke commercial.  You can’t watch a Warner Bros. movie without a Warner Bros. ball cap. 

It was Batman Day the other day and to celebrate I ate a big bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.  I also listened extensively to one of my favorite podcasts – the Batman-On-Film Podcast – wherein the hosts ranked in order from least fave to most fave their favorite of all the Batman theatrically released films.  It was fascinating to hear everyone’s lists.  Ranking the batman movies myself would  be a Herculean task the likes of which I am not fit to tackle.  Though Batman Returns would be number 1, I know that for sure.  Even the great Nolan trilogy could not move that spot on my PERSONAL list.  But where would Burton’s original 89 flick rank?!  Or the 1966 Adam West movie?!  In what order would the Nolan films appear?!  How about the great animated film Mask of the Phantasm?!  And where does the recent Batman v Superman lie on the list?!  These are daunting questions.  I don’t have the answers.  I never have the answers. 

I better wait for a more highly defined depiction of the return of the White Princess.  Do even I know what I’m talking about at this point?!  Highly unlikely.  Everything is becoming lost in a truly pathetic psycho-sexual circus.  I don’t think I can stop the coming of the psychopomps.  Oh, but look at how they dance in the air, everything so pretty and clear.  He only lost his impotency once he was made to feel useless again.  You know where you’ll find me at 2 in the morning: in an old beaten down Chinese restaurant and bar, reading a fortune cookie and working up the strength to walk out of there without falling down.  I never realized how irregular the nights are until very recently.  If I told a professional about my sleeping habits they raise their brows.  I’m talking about fears and tears and all sorts of awful things.  Lodger is truly great.  all the different styles, was this the portrait of a man no longer in control?  I don’t know.  Voices betray us.  Love is such a funny thing.  Everyone is selfish and terrible.  I hate it when people are near. 

Woefully in adequate in every way.  Why doesn’t anything make any sense any more.  A cowardly fear response.  Though he role in things is utterly useless.  I am going to self-sabotage.  Perhaps I should just omit myself as a favor for God. 

Brad and Angelina are getting a divorce?!  Is there hope for any of us?!    

with more emphasis on the terrifying No Man's Land cult leader style as opposed to the crime boss

So, it was just confirmed this (yesterday) morning that Joe Manganiello is indeed Deathstroke in Ben Affleck’s upcoming Batman movie (possibly appearing in Justice League first).  I’m excited by this casting despite knowing precious little of this man’s work.  Though appearance is always the most important aspect of casting and this man has the look (his body’s slammin!  His face is hecka jammin!).  Still, is Deathstroke interesting enough to be a good antagonist?!  Well, he was in Arrow season 2 so I guess I answered my own question.  Though I think he may work better in coalition with other villains.  I’m glad we’re getting a new baddie for the big screen but I would have preferred Black Mask!  What the shit do I know though?!  I’m sure I’ll still see it 27 times in the theatre! Speaking of Affleck I just watched the trailer for his upcoming Live By Night in which he directs and stars!  Looks great!  Although I’m not totally sold on the cast.  I’ll be there to view it though.  

The trailer for Underworld Blood Wars was unleashed upon the world yesterday and gloriously looks exactly like every other movie in this series.  I’ll probably buy the box set soon and then marathon all 4 already existing flicks for a week straight while consuming gallons and gallons A1 Steak Sauce (it’s that important).  All of this will be in preparation for the January release of this latest installment.  Cinema buffs know studios release their finest films in the month of January.  Still, Kate Beckinsale is a great actress.  I’m jazzed as shit to have great flicks like Love & Friendship and great shlock like Underworld Blood Wars (and likely The Disappointments Room) being released in such close proximity. 

 
Zack De La Rocha’s new song is interesting.  It intrigues me enough that I would check out the album if an album is released.  

Cars by Gary Numan is such a perfect song.  That whole damn album [The Pleasure Principle (originally released in YEAR)] is jolly great!  I spent the better part of last night playing that iconic bassline on my low end Fender Jazz Bass.  This explains why my hands were so cramped and sore this morning.  As for the soreness in my wrists, haha, well, that’s another matter entirely.  Damn, I want to listen to that song right now.  And then Annie Christian by Prince.  Those two songs go so well together.  But if I’m going to listen to Annie Christian I might as well listen to the whole Controversey album because that’s another stone cold fucking classic piece of art!  

Those who know me best know of my unfortunate penchant for joyously hyperventilating (and sometimes passing out) when a curvy Mexican vedette wraps her used and deliriously aromatic pantyhose tightly around my face (oh I love vedettes so much!) but they likely also know of my long standing and deep seated love for the music of Columbian songstress Shakira!  I can still recall with such clarity hearing her music for the first time and being taken by its strange otherworldly beauty.  In particular, hearing a live recording of Si Te Vas and being so deeply moved.  Shakira was incredibly important in the growth of my musical taste and I imagine I would have pretty boring listening experiences these days were I not open to her tunes.  And I’ve said it before but it remains true: many of my most intense searches of discovery for new and lovely music have been made in effort to find something that gives me the same feeling as from when I heard Si Te Vas (or many many many of her songs).  And recently I have begun listening to Monica Naranjo and I must say…that first album of hers…and Tarantula…I’m gettin the old feels again!  Time to order her complete discography!  Ah music!  Ah Shakira.  It was usch a wonderful and important time; I was young and stupid enough to still have dreams and actually believe they could come true.  It’s kinda fun to revisit and relive those ignorant times.  Dame Tu Calor, so pretty, what a tune.  And is it possible Amaral took a bit of inspiration from it for their great song Salir Corriendo?!  Fuck, I have no idea but it’s certainly possible!  

Lady Gaga’s new song Perfect Illusion…hmmmm…I love her vocals on it but…it’s a bit on the short side, the key changes feels largely unnecessary and the damn chorus melodic hook is so blatantly ripped off from Papa Don’t Preach by Madonna that I was tempted to rip out tongue and pluck out my eyeballs!  I know today’s pathetic degenerate youth probably don’t listen to any music made before 2005 so they won’t notice but I’m not the only one crying foul!  I’m not the fucking only one, damnit!  Still, her vocals do sound great and even if this tune hasn’t set my hirsute ass on fire like I may have wanted I’m still gonna check out the album!  Such is the nature of wisdom. 

Not quite sure what I’m going to read next by my options are plentiful!  It could be George Clinton’s autobiography, it could be that old Steve King book From a Buick 8 or I could finish off Donna Tartt’s bibliography and read the much acclaimed The Goldfinch!  Maybe a Redwall  book!  Or House of Leaves!  Or some other fucking thing!  That copy of Genesis Revisited is looming around too.  We must weigh the consequences of all our actions.  Regardless of these choices I will surely commence catching up with Usagi Yojimbo as well!  

The Little Star came down from the sky and when she opened her hands something like lighting shot from her fingers and surrounded her and then spun outward.  I was on my knees when she spoke and her voice was like honey but I could not understand any of the words.  She turned her head and I saw she somehow had two faces, one human and one of a lynx.  Her body was sometimes pitch black and appeared hard as diamonds and other times it was white and seemed to have no solid form at all.  She spoke again and light came out of her mouth and I had to close my eyes or she would have blinded me and then her voice was in my head and I understood two things she said: “Don’t be afraid” and “I am the most….”

 
I’m probably gonna eat some oysters tonight.  

The red one with skirt, the bunny one and the super one (dreaming of no knee pads)

Someone on the Arrow crew must be a Nine Inch Nails fan.  The Way Out is Through and all that. I have been LOVING season 4 though!  Worshipping it!!   and that episode with John Constantine!  Great shit!  The magic elements are totally working for me and have given the series a slug in the arm!  Oh, and Nyssa returned, swoon!  Be still my pounding heart!  

Yesterday was Michael Keaton’s birthday.  I drank an entire bottle of cheap red wine in his honor.  Keaton is a great actor, a true artist. It hurts to reaffirm what a worthless individual I am but it feels good to revel in his work: Batman, Beetlejuice, Batman Returns, Clean and Sober, Pacific Heights, One Good Cop, The Paper, Multiplicity, Jackie Brown, Live From Baghdad, The Merry Gentleman, Game 6, Birdman, Spotlight, so many great Keaton classics.  I love you Keats, always.  I fucking love The Paper!  

I absolutely fucking love the Batman comics by Doug Moench and Kelley Jones!  Just fucking love em, what else can I say?!  Red Rain and Bloodstorm are 2 of the best Batman stories ever.  Jones’s art is so hauntingly gothic amazeballs beautiful.  They are truly inspiring works of art.  I’ve already placed an order for the hardcover featuring their post-Knightful run on the titular Batman comic in the mid-nineties.  I also need to order that Batman Dark Joker The Wild hardcover thing that I saw in ads decades ago but never had the guts to pull the trigger on.  Oh, I’ll order it damn it and then I will read the piss and shit right out of it then!  Then I will squeal with delight and probably watch some luchadora videos!  Oh Marcela, oh Estrellita, oh Princesa…please, I will lose everytime, I so badly want to lose!  

I also love the way Harvey Keitel screams, especially in flicks like Bad Lieutenant and The Piano.  Whenever I scream I always try to scream in the same way.  I don’t like Aerosmith but I love the name of one of their albums: Pump.  That’s a great fucking name for an album.  If I had absolute control of the world I would make sure every album was named Pump.  You can order real human skeletons from India if you need some.  Accept no substitutes.  

Batman Returns and Mulholland Drive.  All time favorites?!  Fucking maybe!  Oh man, I am such a pathetic loser, I hate myself so much.  I’m so ugly and worthless.  The world would be such better if I just….

I do not want my interest to wane.  I do not want to lose this part of myself.  This was something you created and I don’t want to believe it can ever be undone.  I haven’t even been able to…. That 90’s period, love it.  The Love Symbol album, Blue Light, so many, so much, the sounds of love.  I finally realize how much I need this.  That emptiness is paralyzing.  

No Code and Yield, both great albums.  What the fuck else can I really say?  Heathen too!  Love Heathen!  Especially those last 4 songs, they all work so well together. 

I recently purchased Love & Friendship on blu ray.  It’s so far one of my favorite films of this ever miserable fucking year.  Now I plan to watch it 17 times in a row while eating undercooked red white and drinking wine by the bottle.  I really hate this fucking world! But I’m on top of it baby.  That’s not me, don’t worry, hahaha.  But seriously, Love & Friendship, what a great flick.  I think Kate Beckinsale is really underrated.  I also bought the second season of The Flash that I may continue my superhero show binge watching ways.  I finished Supergirl season 1 and I’m halfway through Arrow season 4 which means I still have the rest of that, all of Flash season 2 and all of Legends of Tomorrow season 1 to get through before the new seasons start next month.  Still, my passion is equal to the task.  I’m a productive member of society!  And I still need to get through Daredevil and Jessica Jones!  Man, I’m such a worthless loser.  I should just finally go through with it and….it would really spare the world a lot of misery.  Oh, I just feel so awful.  Quicksand, that can be my comfort for the moment.  I will never believe in myself.  

I was listening to the Pet Shop Boys whilst driving around.  Just starting to get into those fellas.  I hope to listen to them more.  And left to my own devices I probably would.  I saw some interesting Cthulhu collections the other day.  I thought about buying one but didn’t.  I’ve thought about having a successful life but I won’t.  boy, I’m really down today!  It’s probably because I woke up this morning and I was still me!  
 
Cream, right there, on the tops of her fingers.  Everything comes down to the tips of her fingers.  It is the purest source of self expression.  I am sure impure.  There are countless different ways each and every day that we remain without faith.  Do you understand what I mean?  He was faced with a choice.  They were being split up.  and he went with her. he would have licked the steering wheel if possible.  There was perfume in the air.  It was on everything.  they were no significant words passed.  What are you going to do now as a clever excuse.  He would have transmogrified if possible.  He wished so powerfully in that moment to transmogrify into banana parfait.  It would have been a sublime death.  But instead there were tears welling up in his eyes over his absolute inadequacies.  This is so utterly wrong, everything here is wrong.  Please do not talk to him, please do not say a single word.  And earlier, when his name was on her lips, why did it feel so awful?  what is lurking inside?  Please forgive him.  It was a momentary lapse.  A beautiful lapse.  Side by side and it wasn’t even planned.  What did John say?  Descending endlessly and I don’t even have to try.  

Moonbeam levels, I love it so much, perfection. 

i will need to reconsider 3 (SW in case i forget) !

I’m still ruminating over my magical thoughts from yesterday.  I guess there is ultimately no winning here with yours falsely.  Because though I whine ceaselessly over the convenience of magic’s strength as the plot necessitates it, I certainly do not want a long, drawn out explanation for exactly how it works and when it is most effective.  That goes for any kind of power set, magic or not!  So I guess I’m at a total loss here!  I’m the one with the problem, not you.  You’re not the fraud, I’m the fraud, so don’t worry about it.  If we were sitting down to a lavish Thanksgiving dinner right now I would get drunk and then flip the table over in a rage and you would think me as a perfect ass.  

I watched In the Mouth of Madness last night.  I believe it was the first time I’d ever watched it on blu ray disc but likely not the last.  I view it as John Carpenter’s last great flick and likely the purest representation of Lovecraft’s writing ever committed to celluloid (despite the fact that it is not actually based on anything Lovecraft wrote).  Three word sentence.  I’m coming up a bit short today but that should come as little to no surprise.  Becky G is the Yellow Ranger?!  That’s unexpected but not unpleasant.  She did a great job in that Thalia song Como Tu No Hay Dos!  What a great fucking song!  Love that album.  

Whatever happened to that great era of high-cut neon?  And one.  one is so much better than two.  Two bears in one den.  That’s as good an explanation as any.  But do not try to equate yourself one iota with this gentleman.  There is no resemblance whatsoever.  Do the dead interest themselves in the affairs of the living?” that is an interesting question.  Though it is hard to imagine why.  We are such dreadfully boring and disgusting things.  Desire is so repulsive.  It may finally be time for me to read Psychic Self-Defense: The Classic Instruction Manual for Protecting Yourself Against Paranormal Attack by Dion Fortune.  But should I also read Morning of the Magicians or would that simply be too risky.  On the surface it would seem the themes from yesterday’s post are still continuing to this humble day but the reality could not be further from the truth.  And what about Communion?  I’m on my hands and knees, looking straight ahead, I don’t understand anything going on around me but I feel very afraid.  I wasn’t talking about a female search for love, just to be clear.  What would be the diameter of such a craft?  I was alluding to a true story.  Aren’t they all?

Everyone is going to disappoint you in the end.  So now that you know, nothing should come as a surprise.  Satellite Kid, you have provided access to all the secret documents and all the most important I ever could have dreamed of.     

The unconscious intelligence.  That is a very interesting concept.  Ripping things out of books, inserting whatever diseased thoughts come to mind.  Yielding reams of information, verbatim fascinations and triggers of rich verbal mountains tops.  Cutups are probably far more valuable than I’ve ever imagined.  Certainly I’m just an ugly nobody so my ignorance should come as little surprise.  

Outside and earthling are something like brothers, right?  Or lovers.  Or maybe it’s a parasitic relationship (though that could also be classified as lovers, yes?)  yes, they are somehow part of one another.  And that last great neoclassicist trilogy; it was ours as the precious hours passed by and we all had to confront our heathen ways in this horrible botched reality we created.  These days are certainly the strangest of all.  And what came afterward.  It certainly cannot be described as a coda anymore.  It was some type of summation.  But what was the intent?  This is the truly haunting question.  Because you did not know at that time, did you?  So was it the start of something?  All the eras were hit.  And then the end.  Transcend ending .  yes, everything at the same time.  stuttering and shimmering.  That final spell was not related to anyone, was it?  And now grey eyes stare at me every night, inspiring and terrifying.  What do you stand for?  

Boy did I really fuck up by not ordering I Dream of Wires a lot sooner.  I will likely regret that mistake for the rest of my miserable and already regret filled lie.  How could I possibly bend my elbow with that massive sword coming out of my arm?!  I know what your saying: But Ricardo, TV station helicopters don’t have pontoons.  Haha, how right you are child.  Oh, those wily Russian astronomers and their secrets.  The system 164695, I should have known hahaha.  Oh, those crazy little signals, who on earth knows what they could be?  My copy of New Jack City just arrived.  Poor Snipes.  I am going to make a very cholesterol laden dinner here in a few hours.  

Yes, please be very careful about how many of those you wrap around your face.  I know it feels beautiful but you have to be careful!  Years ago I read a stupid amount of Green Lantern comics books and loved every second of it!  I think I’ll buy the trade paperbacks of those comics – almost all written by the great Geoff Johns who did just as stellar work on The Flash – and then boldly re-read them!  My mission to see every Rothko in the world before I shove off this mortal coil is off to a very slow start but my determination remains strong as ever.  

It’s still difficult to parse out.  Nothing is meant to last forever.  Contempt was bred.  If Tom Waits ever commits to another tour I will do whatever it takes to be at one of those shows.  The same goes for Kate Bush.  Which Waits album is my favorite?  It’s honestly impossible to choose but right at this miserable moment I would say Blood Money.  I loved when that recent X-Files miniseries incorporated one of those songs!  I loved that recent X-Files miniseries.  I hope there be more!  The red shoes though…wow….

She wants to be the glowing moon in all our nights.  That’s a cute little sentiment.