Lazy flies all hovering above
The magistrate puts on his gloves
And he looks to the clouds
All pink and disheveled
There must be some blueprint
Some creed of the devil
Inscribed in our minds
-Beck
Shaolin Soccer
Shaolin Soccer isn’t slapstick. Most people dismiss it as being the HK version of Hollywood’s famous slapstick greats. I believe Stephen Chow made this film under the influence of drugs. There’s no other explanation for it. Because fuckit, the elimination round scene is holy! shit!
Least Liked Beatle
I listened to the Beatles growing up, and let me comment that my least liked Beatle is Paul McCartney. He came up with kickass songs of course, but he’s tryin’ so hard to be cute with his pansy-ass “bloopers” and extemporaneous bullshit (obviously it was the Anthology series I was listening to) and it’s not so damn funny or cute, fuck!
Pedro the Lion
My robot Mahmud’s been walkin’ around all day. This morning I woke up knowing it was going to be one of those weird days. And I was right. Someone gave me a book about… well, lions. True story, just today & out of the blue, and I was scratching my head thinking, “Just comeon, why’d you give me this?!” It’s a headspinner, this one. I have wonderful, weird friends. But now I know why. Because, now I want a lion with all my heart. I could train it to be people-friendly and it could be my car, only, it’s a lion.
Of course I know it’s just not happening, ever. I mean having a lion for a car. God. Just please no one give me any more lion books. Anyway that all happened Saturday and now we’ve just crossed the border to Sunday so thankfully I’m done with that. Ain’t life strange.
