Watchmen.
Dark Knight.
I have now found out that I'm gay (for these movies!) for Dr. Manhattan’s blue crotch.
They actually have it in the trailer!
I can't wait for the redband with photo realistic BIG BLUE PENIS LIGHT emitting from the screen.
So tomorrow's the big day and I'm going with my uncle and HIS RAPPING SON!
I was planning on watching Batman & Robin tonight to dare/compare the villain treatment "Let's kick some ICE!"
Lo and behold, I found a treasure trove of logic leaps that kinda kept me laughing lots (that was incidental, I swear).
I want to read Book of Magic and head to La-La Land so that my mind will be filled with magic and its vague machinations. Maybe I'll converse with John Constantine before the big day.
How interesting...now I want to make that story happen. An account of my meeting John Constantine in Dreamland along with various random characters (and Kirby is nowhere to be found = IRONY). I'd better rub up on my cockney accents.
Whatever, I need to write something before the big gig in the unavoidable coming fall.
School, that is.
Art school.
My RAPPING COUSIN and his friend apparently just found a place of interest that wants a 30 minute show and will pay depending on admittance. Some place in downtown south Nashville. Owned by a church (hurmmm). Called the Rocket-Somethingorother. GO! IF YOU WANT TO!
Dark Knight.
I have now found out that I'm gay (for these movies!) for Dr. Manhattan’s blue crotch.
They actually have it in the trailer!
I can't wait for the redband with photo realistic BIG BLUE PENIS LIGHT emitting from the screen.
So tomorrow's the big day and I'm going with my uncle and HIS RAPPING SON!
I was planning on watching Batman & Robin tonight to dare/compare the villain treatment "Let's kick some ICE!"
Lo and behold, I found a treasure trove of logic leaps that kinda kept me laughing lots (that was incidental, I swear).
I want to read Book of Magic and head to La-La Land so that my mind will be filled with magic and its vague machinations. Maybe I'll converse with John Constantine before the big day.
How interesting...now I want to make that story happen. An account of my meeting John Constantine in Dreamland along with various random characters (and Kirby is nowhere to be found = IRONY). I'd better rub up on my cockney accents.
Whatever, I need to write something before the big gig in the unavoidable coming fall.
School, that is.
Art school.
My RAPPING COUSIN and his friend apparently just found a place of interest that wants a 30 minute show and will pay depending on admittance. Some place in downtown south Nashville. Owned by a church (hurmmm). Called the Rocket-Somethingorother. GO! IF YOU WANT TO!
