Saturday, February 28, 2009

FREAKIN' GODZILLA vs. MEGALON!

Off Beat Cinema on the Retro Television Network is showing Godzilla vs. Megalon tonight.
In fact, I'm watching it now.
This is one of my favorite movies for two reasons.

1. When I was a kid, my dad took me to the local art house Drexel theater. At that point, I had never seen a Godzilla film on the big screen. My head nearly exploded when I saw Jet Jaguar and Godzilla team up to take out Megalon and Gigan.

2. While watching the film my dad and I really got into the film, cringing at the scary parts, cheering (quietly) at the fights, and marvelling at the technological parts (building of the robot Jet Jaguar) The film was an experience, and it STILL is a treat to watch in it's cheesy goodness.
I can't wait to watch it with the boy in a few years, and see if he enjoys it as much as I do.

Thursday, February 26, 2009






Just got back from, and had a GREAT time in Los Angeles y'all.
We were visiting our friends, the Lovely Ms. (pronounced MIZZ) Jess, and quite debonaire Matt Olman.
We were there from last friday 'til this monday, and we had a ball!
Highlights include:

Eating ethnic/ethnic inspired food for pretty much the entire visit
Visiting a neat comic shop
A beautiful afternoon drive through "The Hills"
My morning sabbatical to the latin bakery and asian doughnut shop (and getting lost on the way back)
Matt and my game of slugbug with cars that cost $400K and up.
Our yard sale shopping trip at a home in Beverly Hills (excellent spontaneity my lovely wife)
Great insightful conversation
A surprise visit to a pirate bar(?) (excellent spontaneity Matt)
And Flashy Bike man

The weather was warm, our friends were gracious hosts, and the lovely wife and I got to see lots of interesting things we would not see here in the midwest.
I'm looking forward to going back to L.A. ASAP!
Thanks again Matt&Jess!
PEACE.

Republican Response to Pres. Obama Address to Congress

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I mean, REALLY?

There the republican party goes again.
First Vice Presidential runner up Sarah Palin was used to cater to women too shallow to realize how shallow she is.
"Hip-Hop" GOP chairman Michael Steele is looking to recruit all the young homeys homettes into the republican party by creating a GOP that feels a bit more "urban".
Joe the plumber was part-timing as an Iraq war correspondent.

...

And then there's Bobby Jindal.
Just watch his response to last night's congressional address and form your own opinions.
I think his party considers him an Obama doppleganger helping to create hope for republicans- without having to participate in all that pesky bipartisanship.
The republican party (those in charge) seems to think that all people need is someone who looks like, or has the same sensibilities as them, and voila!
New republicans will be spawned!
Who gives a damn about what their previous political views/policies are, this is someone the people can RELATE to!

Ease up on the patronization republicans.
You are insulting our intelligence by assuming we have none.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Wow. So Blatant Rupert?


RUPERT MURDOCH allowed this cartoon to be published in his magazine the NEW YORK POST.



Oh yeah, back-handed apology NOT accepted.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Speaking Of The Devil...

I think I may have given Face Book a bad rap.
Upon further introspection, I have come to the conclusion that it is a tool which can be used to find old friends, boost egos, keep in touch, and fuel the fires of nostalgia.
It's a FUN tool.
But as of late, for me, that tool has wriggled into the daily/nightly routine.
I was mistaking the fun tool being the bad part.
The problem I've been having is with the ROUTINE.
Every day has become a sort of cyclical chain of events.
Nothing different is happening.
By "different" I mean something that I probably wouldn't consider happening at all on that particular day.
A surprise if you will.
My lovely wife and I need a little bit of Something New happening every now and then to make the routine a bit less boring and unchanging.
So I offer this request to you my lovely wife, how about we commit to helping each other try something different on a regular basis.
Tonight I want to plan our trip and take a look at some old pictures of the boy and compare them to how he looks now.
...
Hm.
That wasn't very hard at all.
I wonder what's gonna be different about tomorrow?

Monday, February 16, 2009

FORCE FIELDS... ON!

So, do you remember when you were a kid how you would prop up pillows, and couch cushions and then place a sheet or comforter on top to make a tent, or fort?
Yeah...
That was great fun. I remember it fondly.
I don't like it so much now.
Pretty much every night, the lovely wife prepares her fort with the precision, and consideration of an architect. Using about twenty pillows, (all hers) she meticulously builds a body fort all around herself.
I must admit it's quite effective.
I'm not 100%, but I am quite sure that its virtually airtight, blocking out all light, sound, and snuggly advances.
Every so often, I am able to slip a hand in between the impenetrable pillows of her fort allowing me access to a hip or thigh, and if I am lucky, I may be able to graze a bit of her torso.
Alas, unfortunately my feat of manual dexterity is usually met with a grunt, and a swift brushing away of my hand.
Curses!
Foiled again!
Now I don't fault her, because I believe she is asleep when I try to snuggle, and the slightest brush against her skin can tickle her into consciousness.
Tickles and my wife just don't seem to work.

SHE CAN NOT STAND TO BE TICKLED.

Also, in her defense, the lovely wife has back problems of the
upper
lower
and middle kind,
and she says she needs the pillows for support.
I understand this, and accept it (to an extent) but the situation does become a pain at times.
Not just because of the karate chops my advances receive, but mainly because it's oftentimes uncomfortable.
You see, I am a rather slight individual, and therefore I take up very little space in the bed.
(My wife would disagree)
All the pillows my wife piles up tends to leave me with about just under eight inches to move around.
By the way, we have a queen size bed.
Very uncomfortable.
Hmmm.
Maybe Ozzie and Harriet had separate beds because one of them had the same dilemma as me?
Not willing to go to those lengths for a solution.
Maybe a King size bed?
Nope.
We live in an area of columbus permeated with cape cods, and cape cods ain't known for being super spacious.
Honestly, I don't believe that we could get one to fit upstairs.
So no dice.
Hey!
The boy and I are around the same size, so I know there's plenty of room in his bed,
and I know for a fact that he likes snuggling, soooo...

Friday, February 13, 2009

Ugghhh...

EVERYONE in our home is sick.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Ooooooh, Scary! (Kinda)


The lovely wife and I saw Coraline last night.
It was a pretty good film.
Actually it was quite splendid.
Not the Greatest film of all time mind you, but I was VERY impressed.
To think that the ENTIRE film was stop motion, and that so much work went into creating TWO miniature parallel worlds is astounding.
The Premise of the story is neat, but the story itself lagged just a bit in the middle.
The villain was both sweet and scary, and all of the supporting cast was interesting.
All in all, it was a BEAUTIFUL dark film that I will buy when available, but the boy will not get to see it until he is at LEAST 5 or 6, due to it's dark and slightly terrifying nature.
Go see it. It's a true feast for the eyes.

Friday, February 06, 2009

Ahhhhhhh.


This is what my lunch looked like today.
Awww yeahhh.
I think you know how I feel about coneys...

RIBBIT-RIBBIT pt. 2






Here is the boy, at Cosi.
He thoroughly enjoyed the frogs in all their amphibious glory.
After viewing the frog/toad exhibit, he ventured on to the ocean exhibit,
and from there to the kids play area. It was a great trip, and just being able to hang with my lovely wife and #1 son this morning before work made the late evening appointments sorta' worth while.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Romantica Italiano

Mitzi
by Alessandro Alessandroni
puts me in a good place

RIBBIT-RIBBIT!

This morning we are going to Cosi to let the boy play and check out the frog exhibit.
I'm pretty sure he is going to crap when he sees all the different tropical frogs
pictures to be posted later today.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

EVIL!!!

Face Book is the Devil y'all.
Beazlebub
El Diablo
Satan
Old Nick
You see, my accusations are not unfounded.
Like the devil, Face Book (I'm splitting the name into two words to avoid any legal ramifications)
offers us friends, recognition, attention and various other things which appeal to our ids.
Time passes, and everything is peachy keen until, you decide to carry on with your life outside of Face Book.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
By this point, Face Book has its' clutches deep within you.
You find that you are unable to carry on a normal day without checking your profile at least 3, 4, 10 times a day.
You find that with EVERY Invitation, request, or gift you accept, your ability to decline said invitations, requests, and gifts becomes weakened twofold.
You find that your dependence upon/loathing of Face Book increases exponentially each time you log on (usually 3,4, 10 times a day).
Face Book is evil.
EVIL, I SAY!
And I can't finish this rant fast enough, because I want to see if anyone commented on my last post.
Peace.

Aaaaaayyyyycchhhh-Deeeeeeeeeeee Babeeeee!!!

Wheeee-haaa!
We got some HD tv goin on in the house now, and I tell ya',
I CAN NOT PEEL MY EYES FROM THE TELEVISION!
I have spent hours watching
channels I would otherwise never view, like:
HD HGTV
HD FOOD NETWORK
HD LIFETIME NETWORK
HD NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC CHANNEL
HD FOX NEWS (!?!)
and
HD HBO
and also a smattering of HD ESPN

I
AM
A
JUNKIE.

Can an "Intervention" be far away?
Oooh, speaking of which, I wonder if there's an HD A&E?

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

I went to see my grandmother today, and I must say that it was quite trying.
You see, she has bouts with Dementia, and that- coupled with Alzheimer's can make for an interesting/embarrassing/confusing/upsetting visit.
While hanging with her in the television area of her retirement facility,
(A top-notch one, I must say. It really is very nice. They have an immaculate Baby Grand piano in the sitting room for God sakes!)
she and I sat and conversed about her upcoming birthday, and various other subjects considered small-talk.
Then I HAD to bring up my grandfather's grandfather.
That's about when the fun began.
Y'see, I am not aware of any family history beyond my great-grandfather.
As far as I know, there was a terrible tragedy that befell his parents and some of his siblings by the hands of others.
I only know bits of what really happened, but I am aware of the gist.
To make matters even more complicated, my great-grandfather's history is pretty spotty as well.
So you can understand why I asked my grandmother about who he was.
Well, I guess today wasn't the day to ask. Immediately after I asked, she shouted my grandfather's-her husband's name.
Immediately after that, she asked where he was. I realized that at that point in time she was unaware that he is, and has been deceased for quite some time. I saw that outburst as a reason to diffuse the situation. I said to her, "well, granddad isn't here grandma. He passed away a while ago." With that, she became upset with me. She looked at me like, Dumb Ass I KNOW my husband is dead, and then she mumbled something under the blanket she had pulled up to her nose. I know what she said couldn't have been too favorable, because she ended whatever her comment was with "shit"
Oops.
From that point, I spent the rest of my visit trying to get back in her good graces.
FAIL!
Nah, I wouldn't go that far. There were glimmers of joviality, but primarily when others came by to inquire as to who I was.
Seeing that the ship was going down, I decided to make my descent beneath the waves as pleasent as I could.
I convinced her to sing some of the oldies but goodies along with me.
We sang "Let me call you sweetheart", "Take me out to the ball game", "Yes we have no bananas", and "By the light of the silvery moon".
Well,
I sang the tunes, and grandma screamed them bloody murder style.
Maybe not that bad, but she was pretty damn loud.
Heh.
When each song concluded, she became inanimate after propping herself up against the arm of the chair opposite me, and to watched the Dr. Phil program.
I believe it was about online chat sites and the underage victims, and potential victims of sexual predators.

It is a sad day my friends when your visit to your grandmother is deemed less captivating than sexual deviants on the Dr. Phil show.

Realizing that the titanic had reached the ocean floor, I said my goodbyes, and told her that I planned to see her for her approaching birthday, and got up out of there.
I hated that my visit went that way, but hey, I guess you win some, you lose some right?
I make light of the situation, but I do so only to help cope with the fact that her situation is one that I can not fathom, and one that scares me beyond any other malady that I could be faced with.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Weekend recap

This was an interesting weekend.
The Steelers won the Superbowl (I am quietly happy)
My son is able to proclaim to all that he is TWO years old to all those who inquire
"How old are you boy?"
"Tchoo!"
"Yup."
The wife gets the credit for that one.
My second Tai Chi class was both challenging and relaxing-
just what I needed.
(Remind me to tell ya' about my instructor. the guy's a piece of work)
Lastly, I watched Rock n Rolla directed by Guy Ritchie.
Good flick. I'm a sucker for new wave/modern English gangster films
Layer cake
Snatch
Sexy Beast
I really enjoyed Rock n Rolla, albeit the labyrinthine storyline, and some nearly unintelligible dialogue. I wont be giving the synopsis tonight. I haven't seen my wife all afternoon, so I want to spend the waning hours of the evening with her.
Anyway, check it out if you are interested in a slightly different kind of gangster film.
So all in all, my weekend was full of some fun stuff.

On a side note, it sure feels GREAT looking forward to tapping random keys and having them somehow make some sense when my fingers and or brain gets tired.
See ya.

Well, look what the cat's dragged in...

Wow. It sure is dusty in here.
Cobwebs.
Dank and dark...
Ah. The light switch.
Hm. Looks just the way I left it.
Ha. Still has that slight electric feeling.
It leaves a metallic taste in your mouth-
and it smells like it does when you pull on a sweater that went through a cycle without a dryer sheet.
That static-y sulfur smell that surrounds you, while miniscule fireworks pop all around your head and light the darkness.
It feels good here.
Lots of memories.
A bit of an education.
Some self awareness.
Quite a lot of fun.
I tried something NEW and it didn't seem to work out.
Just didn't feel the same.
A clone missing ONE piece of DNA.
Close, but no cigar.
I didn't feel COMPELLED to write, to share the things I was experiencing like I did here.
I guess I didn't CARE by that point.
So I didn't write.
And by not writing, I had no reason to seek out interesting and artistic things to broaden my horizons.
And that for me is NOT GOOD.
When I'm not working on something interesting and positive in the old noggin, well then, that's when negativity, passivity, and complacency becomes prevalent.
Idle hands/Devil's playground eh?
So the only way to remedy my dilemma is to do what
makes me happy
relaxes me
stimulates me
makes me easier to be around.
So,
I guess I'm back.





I just better not have any more problems with editing