Accident of Birth-day Thoughts

I rarely think about my birthday; it's never been as special to me as it is to others. Most people use it as another excuse to celebrate, others use it as an excuse to rigorously celebrate. If I ever need an excuse to celebrate, I take a deep breath and appreciate the value of my life, and then I try drowning it all in booze and debauchery because I have that right. As a human being, I am afforded that right, just as I am afforded to tell someone to mind their own business when they start asking me questions about my personal life.

My mother was in labor for nearly nine hours with me, the man claimed by the state of Texas to be my birth father texted me ten minutes ago, saying that he remembers being born at that time. There isn't much to remember after that since we were disassociated for the next few decades - naturally, each parent blames the other for that, personally I don't care. The only people relevant to my childhood have long passed away and I'm still working on the goals I set out for myself in honor of them, and when I accomplish those goals, I'll set some new ones.

For something of greater importance, the Golden Gate Bridge was opened on this day. Happy anniversary to that.

Me and the family did a tiny bit of celebrating, though. My aunt fixed cheese enchiladas for me along with other assorted sides and delicacies. The whole afternoon was topped off with some almond-something-or-other cake; quite delicious if only for a slightly thick texture, but delicious regardless.

Made it home and continued reading Storm Constantine's Wraeththu trilogy so I can make room for Greg Rucka's latest offering Alpha. Also received a copy of Brett Lewis' and John Paul Leon's graphic novel Wintermen, which is one of the finest comic books of this or any era that I have had the pleasure of reading and am eagerly awaiting to read again. Espionage, intrigue, and interesting people with powers; far better than any super hero book being produced these days.

The San Antonio Spurs won game 1 in their best of 7 series against the Oklahoma City Thunder. That was a nice, trans-universal gift.

I don't need people to know I'm alive, I just need them to pay me enough money so I can stay out of their lives.

Referees & Children - Don't Trust Either One

I’m proud of the way the Denver Nuggets went out. They could’ve folded up the tents in the third, but no; they kept at it and almost brought down the empire. They went out on fire.

Lakers and Thunder is going to be an interesting series. I don’t see it going the full seven but it very likely could. Either way, OKC wins.

The majority of sports news I’ve paid attention to think the Spurs are going to snap out the Clippers in five games. I know the Clippers are wounded, but they’re motivated like a meat train; however, the Spurs are no fools. Hopefully they’ve taken into account this extended resting period they’ve been on which is good for healing injuries but not so good for game performance. Full speed scrimmages are a necessity.

Thought about all of these newborn babies entering the world; too many of them, but they never asked to be born, they never had the opportunity to discourage their parents from giving in to a basic primal urge. Yet, it’s the magic of science – those unpredictable variables that can allow two of the ugliest bipeds to live long enough to copulate and produce a beautiful child.

OKC is stomping the Lakers in the face right now.

Had a chance to hear some new, posthumously released Joey Ramone. Enjoying it very much. Am also catching up on the latest Our Lady Peace album - Curve. I'm so far behind these days, although it pays that most new music isn't worth a mother whale's titty whirl. 

So, all of these new babies will be fed using my money. I mind about as much as I have control over it, which is none. It’d be easier to secretly sterilize targeted neighborhoods through their water supply. But then, the government would start doing it to everyone; not just the ones in Arizona.

I can’t remember the first time I held a baby. I can’t remember the first time I was simply even introduced to one. I remember being one, alone in my crib, staring in awe of the brightest rock in the sky. The things surrounding it – were they smaller rocks or holes in the sky? What was behind the sky?

Always ask questions. We tell children to do that, then, more often than not their punished for it, or called stupid. It’s okay to treat them like children. Don’t treat them like they’re irrevocably stupid – although they make it hard not to sometimes. I mean some of the stuff that comes out of their mouths; they’re just begging for it, but let them be children. Nowadays, though, they are very different from when we were children. They can play tennis indoors. Many of them have read over two thousand text messages but not a single book. They are ridiculously tech-savvy only at the sacrifice of old fashioned common sense. Who needs that?  They have neediness and greed now which was a byproduct of lazy parenting and pathetic, greed laden politics.

Don’t you dare trust a child. They can’t do simple math but they’ll lock and load a fully automatic gun unit faster than you can multiply two digit numbers.

Outcast (2010) - Movie Review

A travelling Irish mother and son rent a space in Edinburgh’s projects. Mary and her teenage son Fergal are two witches on the run from a couple of witch hunters. Shut mostly indoors by his mother his whole life, Fergal’s innocence attracts one of the Scottish estate’s residents - Petronella. The two fall into forbidden puppy love as Mary tries to protect her son from the hunters and the other sinister presence that has followed the two, leaving bloodbaths wherever they’ve stopped. 

After a slow start things really picked up. Don’t give up on this one. 

Edinburgh was almost a cast member of the film, really great use of the atmosphere’s personality in the movie. There’s a proper amount of blood and guts, a tastefully executed non-nude sex scene, which was awesome cuz you know three seconds after meeting Petronella she gonna give it up. Hanna Stanbridge who portrays Petronella wouldn’t be most guys’ cup of tea, but I know I’d take a big gulp. Yeee-eah.

The downside of Outcast, besides a little bit of logic (but that’s every horror flick), is like most horror movies this is an idea that would’ve suited better as part of an anthology. The movie is ninety-eight minutes long, and the majority of it is worthwhile while a good twenty or thirty minutes hacked off would’ve made it exciting. It’s also possible that the atmosphere would’ve been as effective as it was; I think it would’ve held up. 

If you decide to check it out, let it keep going and then decide.