“You Don’t Want Drama” by 8Ball & MJG
I have to call bullshit on all of these revisionist takes on Bryan Singer’s Superman Returns. There were two gigantic problems with the film. One: Kal Penn beats up Superman. Yes, I remember Superman being on a giant chunk of Kryptonite, but there’s no way in hell that even a weaken Superman is going to get beaten up by Kal Penn. Kryptonite is one powerful substance (and a great song by Big Boi & the Purple Ribbon All Stars), but come on.
Perhaps, the biggest problem of all, Kate Bosworth. No one likes Kate Bosworth. When was the last time you said to yourself or your friends, “you know, who I would love to see in a movie, Kate Bosworth.” That expression has never been said by any one that is not related to Kate Bosworth or works for her.
I’m sure Henry Cavill is going to do a great job as Superman in Man of Steel, but I think Maru could’ve been one helluva of a Superman.
I don’t know what exact category this falls under because part of it feels like this is dating woes. Yet a majority of it seems to be about my inability to talk to people because I assume that all people must want to be left alone because I want to be left alone. I don’t wear t-shirts with pictures of dogs on them because I want people to comment on them. I wear them because I am a fan of that particular dog. It’s just like wearing a t-shirt with your favorite band’s logo on it.
It’s difficult for me to talk to people just in general and in a work environment its even more difficult because it’s work and I just want to do my job and go home.
So, I’m in this situation at work where I’m sort of having someone else do the leg work and it’s kind of freaking me out. Granted, this person volunteered to help out because they realized how ‘high school’ the entire situation is.
Also, I feel like I have a lot of misplaced anger recently. Granted, I’m angry and upset and sad about what happened in Santa Monica last week as we all should. We need better mental health treatment and strict gun control laws. A majority of my misplaced anger is with FC Barcelona. It’s been two weeks, I still can’t wrap my head around how they treated Eric Abidal. Abidal fought hard to come back to the team after a liver transplant only to be released by the team? Why? It’s not like the team needs help on defense or anything. And on top of that, Thiago could possibly leave during the transfer window.
Ai yi yi.
Dip is ready for summer with this floppy hat.
I really wish Dip became a meme because I feel like if there was a Dip movie, there would be so much more to work with than say a Grumpy Cat movie.
Jada Yuan‘s Vulture profile of Stevie Nicks reminded me that my ex-wife and I lived next to her in ’87 and early ’88. Our homes were way up in the hills on Franklin Avenue, and I presume this was during one of her coke periods because I remember she used to sing late at night, and with a heavily amplified system that was loud enough to disturb our slumber. One night it was so loud that I said “eff it” and walked over and knocked on her door. It was something like 1:30 am, and as I approached her home I was thinking of a phrase that some rock journalist had used to describe Nicks: “The epitome of the pampered hippie princess
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