Ed Wood is on now. I don't know why I like this movie, but I do. It's got Johnny Depp, who I actually like as an actor (Raoul Duke, m'man). It has Vampyra, precursor of Elvira. And it's got Martin Landau as Bela Lugosi. I can't tell you how that rocks my socks. It's like having Corinne Bohrer play Victoria Jackson, or Bernadette Peters playing Madeline Kahn. Except I'm not attracted to Lugosi or Landau. But Landau (name means some type of 19th C. carriage; saw it in the dictionary once and it stuck, probably because I was a) suprised to see it and b) disappointed the picture was not of him) was my reason for watching Mission: Impossible. That's why I haven't even bothered with the latest Cruise/Woo film, because I heard it's all action and no intrigue. M:I was all about Landau spending the episode disguised as a foreign dignitary and pulling off covert shit ninja style, not blowing up cities. The Chinese could learn a lot from the Japanese. It's not all flash-boom. There's a lot of coolness inherent in stealth. Jackie Chan movies have their place, but they're not the be-all and end-all.
Sarrica Jessica Parker's in this movie, too. I don't think she's pretty. Maybe she just looks too JAPpy. The nose and the mole and all, it's not ugly, it's just not, say, Corinne... *dreamy expression*
And so is Bill Murray. Forgot about him. Maybe it's because all his roles since after Caddyshack have sort of just run together into TheBillMurrayCharacter. It's like you can watch any Murray movie for your daily dose of Murray. They're all the same. I don't even pay attention to his appearances anymore. Harsh.
I am never going to make it up tomorrow morning in time for cartoons! Bah! I have to go to Cousin Alice's. She's quit smoking now that her son Cousin Mark's shotgun baby's here. Another sad soul it'll be my job to save when his/her mommy and daddy are too busy fighting to love him/her. Since she's selling her house, too, the basement is alledgedly all spiffed up. I'm hoping that means pool (which starts with a p and that rhymes with t and that stands for Tool. Ha! Take THAT, Music Man. Trouble in River City, my ass. Ransom, on the other hand...) but probably not, because it never does. The one place I can play damn near unlimited games of free pool is the one place I am, of course, never allowed to play. It feels, for some reason, like I'm being made to sit at the kids' table though they're all under ten and I'm 14 again. I'm taking Big Jim Slade with me (what I'm typing on now, and what I use to program in basic) along with shitloads of extension cord, if for no other reason than to be a ballbreaker. I'll get asked lots of questions I may feel like ignoring, and ignoring my relatives makes me feel like a big man. They can't make me sit at the kids' table anymore. I'm almost 21 so I'll get drunk and kill them all. Fucking relatives.
And it's Jeanine's birthday (Observed) so we get to see what her latest saga is. I wonder how long Senator Al will bitch her out this year while his daughter Tara runs amok. I was thinking of getting her a present related to kleptomania or one of her other psychoses, but I forgot what it was and now I have until later today. Oh, well. The same meaningless family submission will have to do. "A check for five dollars? Gawrsh! That sure is swell, Aunt Mary!" Unfortunately, my mother has so many little bastards she has to give money to, she can't afford much more than that, even when she wants to. That's why I only give to people I want to give to, and then only if I see something special that would really make their day. Usually me seeing that thing doesn't fall anywhere near Christmas or a birthday, but my friends have learned to understand I'm a) poor, b) rebellious and independent, c) a pretty good, if not heartfelt gift-giver. Presents for me are where you find them. I'm sure that ethic will screw my kids up to no end at some point, assuming a girl escapes the clutches of a mental asylum long enough to marry me.
Time for bed. G'night, world. G'night, Big Jim. The great thing about a portable is that you can hug it. Umm... a, err, manly hug, of course. Yeah.... Any-way...