Turn the TV off?....Have you f***ing MET me?!?
While Angela took a nap this afternoon, I sat in front of the TV. I chanced upon a cinematic gem entitled "Double Team", starring Jean-Claude Van Damme
and that other international acting sensation, Dennis "I banged Madonna AND Carmen Electra"* Rodman.
*and Jean-Claude Van Damme and Anne Heche and Abe Vagoda and.........
I now know that when brain cells die, it feels like soda bubbles popping.
Angela snapped me out of my drooling stupor by entering the room and making fun of the crappy synth/hip-hop closing credits music. You know, that song that goes "Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot DOOOOOOT doot DOOT doot DOOOOT doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot DOOOOOOT doot DOODOODOOOOT.....". As soon as she intervened, I felt my brainfizz slowing, then stopping.
Oh yeah, Mickey Rourke
plays the bad guy. He portrays a shirtless, greasy-haired wunderfossil who hasn't been able to act since March 1986. The dramatic tension was so thick, I could've cut the air with a knife. (Granted, that might've been the chorizo atomic wrap from last night.)
I'm now going to get back to reading Oscar Wilde's The Portrait of Dorian Gray to replace some of the brain cells I lost this afternoon. It's been four or five days, but I think I can recapture the narrative thread pretty quickly.
Okay, page 3.......