Idol I Don't

OK People. Let's just say this fella sounded like something that rhymes with Anoop...

The twisting and the hands? What...

Mix these two together and it's like going to a restaurant in a foreign country and ordering the special you saw in the window. It would be all spicy and swishy and exotic. You would be happy with yourself for not getting the same old thing and you can tell your friends you ate it. But at the end, though, you have to ask yourself "Am I going to be OK? I can't die from this can I? My colon's not going to seize up like a P.O.'d python and curl me into the shape of a "Q" or anything..Right? Surely I'm not the only one who has eaten this...Why you all looking at me like that? Dear sweet Mother of Mildred, someone get me some penicillin or something!"

Watchman Not Watchable

I admit to being a little nerdy. My nerdy pleasure comes in the form of super hero movies. Seen them all. Simple, predictable, usually someone’s falling in love, lots of stuff gets beat up and blown up, and in the end the good guys win.

Little guy’s away at grandma’s house. So, I drop mom at the mall and head to the theatre to see The Watchman. Was kind of excited about it actually.

Dear gracious Laverne.

The villain is not some mutated nuclear accident with six arms and a predisposition to lengthy soliloquies in the heat of battle. Nope. It’s us, or better stated, the U.S. along with our Russian friends. We're the bad guys. The good guys, just FYI, aren’t all so good. In fact, some of them are downright scoundrels. The story is jerky, it’s two and half hours long, and there’s nudity for, well, just because I guess. Note to the screenwriters: I don’t want to see two supers going at it. Unnecessary. That’s like something that should be going on back at the Hall of Justice or in a secret lair, not for the world to see. Wrong.

Here’s the kicker. One of the so called heroes, Dr. Manhattan, is not really sure he likes humanity, yet goes on to expose his own humanity on several occasions. Seriously, the dude is weird and blue and strutting around with his frank and beans out for the world to see. I don’t care if he is “Super” let’s dress the freak shall we.

Come on people.

Left the theatre thinking “you know mortal’s not that bad. Clothed and Mortal.” Yes, thank you.

It's All Relative

My brother's oldest boy tagged along with us this year at Write About Jesus, sitting in some great classes, listening in on some open critiques.  Apparently, he paid close attention.  

Yesterday they found out the piece he submitted to the University of Missouri's COMP program, in the Junior Division, won first place.  Along with first place came a check for $400.

He's 11, by the way.

Know what that means gentle readers?  He's already made more money songwriting than his uncle and old man combined.

He-he-he...  

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday...

“In yet another shameless attempt to provide more public attention to their already over saturated teen idols, agents for both Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift have announced that the pop divas have agreed to appear in next month’s UFC’s Battle Royale in Las Vegas...”

No, not really, but I’d so pay to see it gentle readers.

Miley would be stalking the ring with that pouty look she’s famous for, smack talking, trying to scare the pee out of Taylor with the barky, throaty alto she’s working. Taylor would whip some sort of Ninja throwing stars and nun-chucks out of the ridiculous sleeves she’s always wearing.

Maybe they’d knock each other out and we all might get a much needed respite from seeing them everywhere for a little while. For the love of all things holy, take a break why don’t ya.

Word

She mixed her metaphors a little, but still, I understood what she meant.

"An ounce of advice is worth a gallon of example."

Yes Ma'am, you are correct. Indeed you are.

Random Name Dropping

From the Free A$* Press. Came out today.
Notice the name of the weather guy?

What in the world......

I read this guy on a routine basis. I laugh out loud a lot. Mind you, those that can be easily offended should read his stuff with care. I think it's a PG rated mostly, but it can get a bit saucy at times. This entry is totally clean, however. Makes me giggle. His production level, funny stuff day in and day out, is really impressive.


Posted: Partly posted with a 30-percent chance of spelling errors



LINCOLN, Neb. -- In a surprise announcement that led to a statewide panic, the Weather Channel reported today that a massive capital letter "H" is headed right for the state of Nebraska.



"Our Doppler 12,000 weather prediction system has never been wrong," said Weather Channel spokesperson Bill Filer. "That big letter H is taller than North Dakota and is headed right for Lincoln, Neb. People need to take cover. This is the big mild drier one!"



The Weather Channel has never predicted a letter H of this size or scope. Its current status is a category-14-point Times New Roman which may increase to a category-18-point Hot and Melty font. However, the Weather Channel reports that Nebraska's army reservists are working with the National Guard on a solution.



"They plan to deploy a giant letter 'L' to chase away the 'H'," Filer added.
http://www.freeasspress.com/2009/03/weatherman-predicts-giant-h-to-hit.html

Watched It

Watched it? Waited until the family went to bed.

I had no idea military deaths were handled that way. Very moving.

Did well through most of it. They showed some photos of the young man, the actual marine in the story who was killed in action, at the end.

That did it. Don't mind telling you gentle readers that I was a blubbering heap for about five minutes.