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?!