Saying yes...

For fish and his upcoming holiday...

Light blogging ahead...

As we head into Thanksgiving and all that it entails... for better or worse, blogging will most likely be light. May everyone who celebrates it have a wonderful time with lots of gravy and few family squabbles. May those who aren't celebrating have a wonderful time as well.

See you whenever.

Boorman gives bad stone head...

Alright, I sat down last night (no morning viewing, ZRM), along with Grizzled, and watched Zardoz for the second time in the past 20 years... My conclusion? Once every 20 years is more than enough. What I had forgotten (which was quite a bit), had not really affected how I would feel about the film. Yes it was campy, yes parts were fun, yes there are lines worth using in daily life for a laugh,  but in reality, it was just yet another post-apocalyptic view of the world with strong women who were not honoring the penis. Sean can't go for that. Boorman can't go for that. I'm guessing most men can't go for that and of course, in the end, Charlotte Rampling is reminded of what is good for her. Penis is not bad, Sean's seed is not bad...

This reminded me a smidge of Planet Earth with John Saxon. Another movie (TV pilot actually) that came out in '74. What is with me and '74 these days... Bad Ronald also released in '74... Obviously women's lib means the end of the world as we know it and men were scared. Or... Boorman was on drugs, which is how I would recommend watching this movie. I'm sure it would be much more entertaining... just not too much beer, or you'll sleep through it like I did the first time.

I prefer the Zardoz of the ZRM/fish/Jennifer variety. For that matter, I think fish looks better in red leather and a bandoleer... If anyone cannot locate their own copy of this for much needed viewing, let me know and I'll send it your way. Sean's seed must be spread!

Not as bad as I remember and yet worse...

Up in the wee hours, I decided to pop in "Bad Ronald". Ever since looking it up online, I had a nagging question... where were the black glasses and how could my sister and I be so wrong??

For 30+ years, my sister and I would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that Bad Ronald wore black, plastic, Wayfarer glasses... we've had a running joke about it... want to make something bad? Put black glasses on it. Feeling bad? Don the black glasses. I can't even begin to list the number of doodles I did in my youth that had various inanimate objects wearing black glasses... there's only one problem, Ronald never wears them. He wears light brown, horn-rimmed glasses that would look perfectly normal today (see post below). They would have looked perfectly normal in the 80's, but I guess, this made-for-TV movie having come out in '74... those glasses looked positively ancient to us... akin to the black glasses any of our bad-ass parochial school teachers wore..

I am happy to report that Bad Ronald is still baaaaad. It was never meant to be a cinematic tour de force. I would also like to report that Bad Ronald was not so much as bad as he was misunderstood.

At one point, Grizzled was passing through and asked about Ronald, to which I said just that... he's not bad... to which Grizzled replied with something like, "Yes, but isn't the movie named Bad Ronald??" Well YES! But he's not bad, bad... he's just misunderstood and the victim of an unfortunate accident! To which Grizzled responds with a "Well, I know he's not bad, bad or they would have called him Bad, Bad Ronald!!" To which I believe I responded... "Get. Out!"

So, one bad movie down and one to go. "Bad Ronald" was as bad as I remember, but bad in a good way... I don't remember that much about Zardoz having watched it many, many years ago and in an inebriated state... having actually forgotten at one point that I had even seen it. From the little I recall, it's just baaaad. I can't remember if Sean Connery wears black glasses though...

ZRM!!! Look What Came in the Mail!!!

Proustian Peanut Butter w/Miracle Whip

Don't know what made me do it, I hadn't thought of that combo in eons, but there it was, scattered amongst the other luncheon sandwich choices... an open jar of peanut butter and an open jar of Miracle Whip.

Those two items belonged on a sandwich my father would only occasionally allow himself to eat... knowing he'd pay for it later, but one that he loved. I never really understood the combo as a kid until I tried one and found the odd allure of the mix.

He liked his with lettuce. His brother? He liked to add green pepper. I never recall any bacon... and although I have often eaten PB and banana, we never did the Elvis thing. I bypassed any extra addition.

As mentioned, I hadn't thought of peanut butter and mayo in eons, but today, those two items stood out against the crowd and I quietly took one piece of bread, smeared PB on half, MW on the other, folded the slice and left the room. As I sat down by myself and took the first bite, I was whisked back to another time, to a younger me, a younger father.

Half of the half was more than enough, the threat of heartburn hanging in the air. Now, as a middle-aged adult, I understood why my father so rarely ate them. Yes, half of the half was enough, both for my stomach and my state of mind.

Worst Music Video... EVERRRRRRRRRR!!!

I could be wrong, but I think this was one of the fever dreams I had last week...

TGIF

Have a good weekend!

Holy Crap!

Worst Ice Cream Dessert: Outback Steakhouse Chocolate Thunder from Down Under
2,020 calories

88 g saturated fat

161 g carbohydrates

Darryl Dawkins is calling... he'd like his Chocolate Thunder back... Darryl won't be the only one feeling that Chocolate Thunder welling up within if people eat that...

I have no idea what I'm posting, but since fish killed the internet, I guess it doesn't matter...

I’ve succumbed to the viral plague that was within the house. You can only be sneezed on so many times… be in the backdraft of puke splatters, before your immune system says fuck it and succumbs. At least I don’t feel like I’m on a tilt-o-whirl anymore. Today it’s merely hallucinatory… and the bad movies aren’t helping.

I knew I was in potential trouble about a week ago...  It’s one of the downfalls of being the one who holds the head of the puker, but knowing how nice it is to have someone hold your head at 2 in the morning… I took my chances and showed up even though the puker in question is stoic beyond her years and was apologizing as my half-asleep body careened into the bathroom…

I had the sense to pull my t-shirt up to my glasses thinking it would somehow act as a filter, but still… Although, to be honest, I think it was the unexpected sneeze a week later that landed right in my eye that got me. Hold a black light up to me and I’d shine brighter than one of Snag’s motel rooms…  

I always like to think of the variety of bodily sprays as having a vaccinating effect, that this uber-small mist will somehow cause me to fight off something more aggressive… this time I didn’t stand a chance. I was a come-hither Petri dish filled with nurturing agar...

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