right after, please drop the bridge on me

When I woke up this morning I walked over to the balcony and admired the gorgeosity of the day.  I felt like it was for me.  Still, my strongest desire was to crawl back into bed, grab a gun and blow my brains out.  I did not follow that path.

I errored.  Hot damn, did I error.  Multiple errors in so many different ways.  I did what Roland sometimes accused people of doing.  How I loathe myself.  

His tallywacker suckin’ is all she wants.  

World War Z was a giant pile of crap so I am beyond heartbroken that David Fincher has decided to further degrade his once great career by directing the sequel!  I half-kid. WWZ was indeed awful but I guess Fincher hasn’t degraded himself that much.  Still, with Benjamin Button, Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Gone Girl and now this I must simply resign myself to the fact that the Fincher of yore who made such great films as Seven, Zodiac and even The Social Network (which to be fair did come after Benjamin Button) no longer exists.  Oh Fincher, why have you forsaken me?!  

The Shining is one of my favorite movies of all time.  I can’t deny that.  I wouldn’t even dream of denying it.  

It’s happening again.  The morning sun on their faces really shows their age.  I don’t like actor Sean Penn but I caught the 90’s movie Dead Man Walking on the ol’ television recently.  Good flick.  

She looked like Barbi.  Not the doll though.  I ain’t talking about the doll.  Or maybe it wasn’t exactly like her.  I think it was though, maybe an older version.  Maybe a version from several years later.  there was a moment of comfort.  She showed me her soul.  Soul isn’t quite right.  I think it is something similar though.  There is a plurality.  Where were?  Something catastrophic had maybe just happened.  It was a wonderful moment no unlike real life. 

Those who follow my worthless work no doubt recall I am a huge fan of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series.  I’ve read the entire series a whopping two times and plan to reread it before the movie comes out in August.  However I was not convinced at all by the recently released trailer.  Woe is me.  Idris Elba and Matthew M look perfectly cast as Roland Deschain and his foil Randall Flagg AKA The Man in Black but other than that…whatever, I lost interest in my thoughts.  Love the books.  Movie doesn’t look great.  I like some of the music.  I like the casting.  I’ll still be there opening night.  I’m such a useless person. 

I was just trying to show.  Trying to provide a clear example.  The before and after.  The great nothing.  The ease with which it was all (not) accomplished.  But I was robbed on this chance.  Deservedly so.  There was black and then blue, my Rhapsody in Blue.  And now there is only the Jackal and the Witch and my eyes are on both.  He knows that she saw him.  He is an ugly pathetic thing.  

Marcela.  Love. 

Tomorrow – and by tomorrow I mean a couple days ago – the book A New Model: What Confidence, Beauty and Power Really Look Like by Ashley Graham goes on sale wherever books are sold and promises to be a collection of “insightful, provocative essays”.  The chances that I will purchase this book and read it are high.  It will likely not be the next book I read however I will gingerly toss it onto the stack and occasionally salivate like a rabid dog over the photos.  For years now I’ve had a highly inappropriate and dangerous obsession with Ashley Graham and it is certain this tome will only send me further down that rabbit hole.  I’m currently eking my way through The Virgin Suicides.  Sadly, I must confess I am barely lukewarm on that book but we’ll see how it turns out.  

The one big exception to my rule is Mike Patton’s 2010 album Mondo Cane.  This was recorded with an orchestra but it is not a giant steaming pile of crap like other rock albums recorded with orchestra.  Though to be fair, it is certainly not a straight rock album so maybe it’s not quite the exception I believe it to be.  Maybe it’s finally time to end it all.  Love the album though. 

The shininess of Ecuador.  Or should it be shimmering.  I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore.  Few do.  How long have I been waiting?  Feels like centuries.  All four.  Four in one.  But so many others.  With tasers.  Laughing.  And then there was the Baby Puma.  But different this time.  Bedecked in iconography.  Not a flag, not quite.  But I looked up in the sky and saw so many stars and my response was immediate.  I cannot keep from sinning.  Denier and sweat.  My life comes down to only a couple things.  I have no few reasons left to live.  Those are a couple.  Wilt Stillman is quickly becoming one of my all-time favorites.  He is 3 for 3 right now.  3 PERFECT for 3 PERFECT.  It’s hard to choose a favorite from what I’ve seen.  Maybe the last days of disco.  Barcelona will be en route very soon.  

I love the Hellboy movies.  Did you know that?  How could you.  They are two great movies.  I was chagrinned to hear the recent announcement that there is a cinematic reboot in the works and director Guillermo Del Toro and star Ron Perlman will no longer be involved.  For decades I’d been hoping for a third and final film from that team but I suppose I will have to content myself with two perfect flicks.  I do think the reboot has potential to be quite good and gritty and with much more of an R-rated horror slant.  Neil Marshall is a good choice of director for this and the dude from Stranger Things has the head shape!  I will remain optimistic that we will get great Hellboy films!  Though I suspect that Guillermo and Ron will forever remain the Tim and Michael of this universe in my ugly and miserable heart of hearts.

  
I’ve got a wonderful life, two kids of my own!  

The most recent and last Wonder Woman trailer still got me excited and gave me the good feels despite its use of a typically horrible Imagine Dragons song!  

Me excited for new Shakira album.  El Dorado.  I like that title.  Actually, i fucking love that title!  Hopefully I fucking love the album.  Only time will tell.  

I am still a worthless individual.  

And just like that, there’s another new preview for the new Twin Peaks series.  Oh man I so fucking pumped and ready for this!  Lynch, my life for you!  

I have a nice steady stream of hip shit to keep me alive for the next few weeks: Alien Covenant next week followed Twin Peaks premiere that weekend followed by Shakira’s new album the following week and Wonder Woman the week after.  Then, once Twin Peaks has finished, will I at last do what is obviously the only right thing to do and throw myself into the river?