Landing tomorrow.

[mesila]

Tomorrow, G will touch down in Frisco and begin the long month ahead in which D. will have pretty much zero to do with me and focus himself upon her as if she was a stage actress and himself a spotlight

Comments

[mesila]

Nothing in that movie--and I do mean NOTHING--bears even the slightest resemblance to anything that any real person would do EVER.

I didn't see the first or the second...the third only got watched for the MSTing. The premise was that some alien symbiote oozed itself into a bunch of black thread all over Spiderman while he was pissed off at someone and he woke up wearing a black Spiderman costume that made him act evil.

Note that "evil" meant he had to walk around New York snapping his fingers and saying "hey hey I am...amazing!" with this idiotic douchebag expression and when his girl friend snubs him his response is to pick up some skeezy blonde and go take her to dinner at the restaurant where the girlfriend was waitressing...and after rubbing her nose in "I-got-another-chick-seeeeeee?!?!?", he proceeded to do a mad disco dance around the place after sitting at a piano and playing the old Spiderman theme.

Now what the holy plangent fuck was the crew for this bomb thinking when they decided to commit THAT scene to film?

My guess is something between "uhm, that's implying they WERE CAPABLE OF INTELLIGENT THOUGHT when obviously that's not a notion congruent with reality" and "Cast party with tons of cocaine held BEFORE the movie was done instead of after, resulting in the director's decision to literally see how much epic fail could be infused into the 'story' without the Marvel geeks losing all interest."

Haven't seen you around here for a while...until this month...how are you these days? Ever manage to extricate yourself from the deadzone? Speaking of epic Fail...my own extrication effort in June ended up becoming a debacle when I got a room in a house in Oakland that at first glance seemed all right...then, the night before I was slated to move in, this dude with the same last name as me went apeshit and decided to set fire to the house and strap himself to a ladder in the basement, thus immolating self and as many other residents as possible.

The room he occupied was right under mine. I moved in anyway and worried the floor would collapse for all of the 10 days I stayed there. During which I realised the place was a crack house and finally I just called D., told him what happened and he said fuck it, come back to Frisco if you want. I did. Still looking for another room, but all the rent is in four figures even in the worst parts of town. Oh well...