Call Me Crazy
But I have a strange compulsion to watch The Wanted again. Maybe all I really want is a big gun and a sweet-ass tattoo.
But I have a strange compulsion to watch The Wanted again. Maybe all I really want is a big gun and a sweet-ass tattoo.
I’m sitting here on my porch on a hot summer night with a beer, watching the fireflies and listening to some good music. Man, it doesn’t get much better. Saw The Wanted tonight. Blood and gun battles in Chicago (in my old neighborhood! He snipes from one of the houses right next to the Wrigley
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I picked up Paul Park’s The Sugar Festival back when I went to Clarion, but never read it (he was one of our instructors that year – I read The Gospel of Corax instead, which I enjoyed). Mainly, I didn’t read it because the first few pages… few, man, at least 25 or so, were
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This is a page turning, readable little book… But I won’t be buying the sequel. Why? Because these characters are all IDIOTS. And they talk all about how they are IDIOTS. Unlike the brilliant The Sugar Festival, which also had unlikable characters, the world just wasn’t amazing enough to keep me going through all the
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Man goes on long road trip with a motorcyle in the back of his van. Makes out with various women along the way named after flowers. In the end, he gets a not-very-good blowjob from his dead ex (yes, he has lovely boy parts, but it just wasn’t worth an hour and twenty minute road
What a horrible little show. I was surprised, at first, to hear that it struggled its first season, and keeps getting nudges and bumps and lots of help from corp staff as far as network scheduling and second chances. Then I watched the first three episodes. It’s just not a funny show. In fact, it’s
I like that her boyfriend is boring and normal and cooks her dinner and babbles on domestically about nothing at all, all full of squishy affection. Yet I tend to only fall hard for people who are just this side of nuts. I get bored otherwise. Yeah, I’m trying hard to grow out of that.
Took one of my dates out last night to see Spamalot (yes, that’s Clay Aiken now appearing in the Broadway version). Fun times were had by all. I don’t know that I’m crazy about the ways they chose to “reimagine” Monty Python & the Holy Grail for the stage. I was overly worried there at
Pretty, but lame. Like a hot date you can just never get yourself to care about.
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