NFL Kickoff


Well post weather delay the NFL Season for the year of 2013 of our lord has finally begun. I remember a few years ago when I was just a young NFL pup (I still am in comparison) when looking for a point of commonality I asked a housemate in a Packers jersey… “Oh it’s already football season again??”… to which he responded to somewhat seriously… “I think you mean… FINALLY… it’s started again. As a Seattle Seahawks fan this off-season has passed like a Middle-Age in Old Father Time’s inverted football shaped hourglass. That means minutes have passed like days…. speculation has turned my mind into a conspiracy theorists lair… and I know way too many facts about way too many people I don’t care about around the NFL from checking my phone for the latest tid-bit about what’s developing around my sacred ‘Hawks.

But now it begins. The couches will suffer and the beer will flow like wine and the salmon of the Capestrano. I will cook… nachos. And other unhealthy things to consume while I yell at a television. And my fantasy team will lose… because even though I have played Fantasy Football for 3 years now I am still so naive and terrible at it. Who’s coming with me?

For those of you who are not into football… I encourage you to be this year. Just keep an open ear. Football viewing is a lifetime skill, that is where the passion comes from. That’s an important sentence. All I ask is that you read my blog and when the Spectre of Football enters your daily life listen as if it we’re someone’s kid talking about his science project (it’s not that far off), or like an old woman talking about something cute like knitting. It’s the same shit. As a committed introvert I explored my addiction to this time wasting body smashing THING that had nothing to with my past, and it’s the drama men love. The NFL Season is a soap opera for men, or at least the masculine intended (I included you ladies!!!). And the smart ladies know this does not need to be a man thing. The smart ones have figured out how much fun it is to hang out on gameday… for it is your insecurity about the lack of knowledge of the game that you do not like. And you don’t like guys hitting eachother. We all get it. There’s more. Push yourself. Keep an open ear, look for amazement in physical accomplishment, competition, community around a centered focus, and a battle of a million minds coming down to miliseconds and inches. Every Sunday. Every Monday. And now Thursday. 😉 And it can be consuming. Your husband is no man if he REALLY blocks out all that time against you. I’m asking you to work with him. If you let him enjoy the game… he’s way more likely to fingerbang you or eat you out before coming next time.

Recap: Tonight Payton Manning went down 14 to nothing. He wants a Fucking Super Bowl Ring this year. And after watching this game I believe Football Robot can do it. He really is worth all the hype. he threw 7 god damn touchdown passes tying an all time record for MOST EVER!!!! against the RAVENS!!!!! Put up the MOST POINTS IN HISTORY AGAINST BALTIMORE (THE WORLD CHAMPS!!!). A team that has built its franchise in it’s defensive integrity… Wow. From down 14. I don’t know guys… these Broncos. A lot of people pick them to be in the Superbowl. I said B.S. until I saw Payton play tonight… not the guys in Orange… but the team with Payton on it… and then I saw their schedule. They play the Colts, the Cowboys, the Pats, and the Texans late. They will win every other game. That makes them at least a 10 win season, Payton is in the Playoffs… watch the fuck out. I think Broncos vs. Seahawks would be sweet.


Joe Cool (Flacco) was Cool. And I mean it. The 2012 and His Team theRavens are a Super Bowl worthy team. YES EVERYONE, they won the Super Bowl last year. Why does that just seem to fall on even my dead ears??? But they can be dangerous. I am glad they are not in my Seahawks schedule.  Flacco is the real deal, (let’s stop wasting pre-game time talking about that) he has more than proven to me he is a great QB with Super Bowl experience and confidence now that has been simply surrounded by a team who’s foundation was built on Defense. If I we’re the Ravens I would lick my wounds, chalk one up for Payton Manning, truly a legend in football (for whatever that means… 😉 ) and get ready for the rest of the season. If they stay healthy, they will be in the playoffs with the Donkeys in Orange… Football Robot at the control board.


Go Hawks.


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What is love

but a definition that changes?


A smiling child,

smiling because of you.


Warmth, bathed in light.

A secret with no words,

and a badge of honor you wear on your heart

for the life you have lived.


Cloud Atlas (2012)

Cloud Atlas needs no long review, although I secretly think it wants one. I think it wants to be discussed, and it certainly can be. This time, however, I’ll keep my interpretation to a minimum and allow you the pleasure of sharing your critical thoughts on the car ride home with the people you love. If you didn’t know already, multiple characters are played by the same actor in Cloud Atlas. Tom Hanks plays an old sailor, a face tattooed island grub, a murdering writer, etc. etc. etc. and so does everyone else. Each actor plays anywhere from 3 to 7 characters and I will admit, you won’t be able to tell who is who all of the time because of the way the make-up is done. I wish I would’ve known Hugh Grant was playing a skull faced evil blood drinking savage… but I didn’t until the credits rolled. So that part is fun. I also didn’t recognize Hanks as a thug at first. If you enjoy that sort of thing (which I do), this movie may be for you.

can we still call Hugh a pussy?              yes.

It is entertaining no doubt. I must say I went because the name Wachowski was mentioned in it’s creation (The Matrix and… SPEED RACER!!!!). Again, you must give respect where respect is due. Overall Cloud Atlas was less flashy then The Matrix or Racer but the futuristic chase scenes and shoot outs where obviously done by some of the best in the biz. I was thoroughly entertained. It was the rest of the movie that dragged a bit. And here’s why… Cloud Atlas is trying to do A LOT. It’s basically trying to recreate time, recreate the universe, provide an explanation for existence, and still sell popcorn. Oh, and instead of doing it with a single story, it’s going to try and do it on a multi-layered chess board where eight separate stories must intertwine seamlessly. Needless to say… there’s going to be some stretching.  I was bored a lot during this movie, and quite frankly a little unsure which sub-drama I should really choose to invest my emotions in.  Like flipping between channels on cable, I enjoyed the plots about space better than the 70’s journalism drama.  So I couldn’t help but be anxious to return to what I liked best.  The language they we’re using in the future/past? With Tom all tattooed in the face… “Nay, you fall. Rope never give. You fall, I catch.” Y’know… I get it… over the course of 1000’s of years even dialects and speech patterns change. But… I didn’t know what the hell Tom and Halle we’re talking about.  Never underestimate the power of a modal verb to keep a scene relevant these days.

A shout out to all the actors. Especially Doona Bae (she’ll be back around). She plays a fantastic robot who finds feelings. I was also impressed with James D’Arcy. Those we’re my favorite “new comers”. Jim Broadbent has a fantastic old man face. He is my new updated replacement for Walter Matthau for what I want my facial expressions to look like when I’m an old man. By then maybe I’ll have that acting career I’ve always wanted. Hugo Weaving is a badass. He’s a committed actor, always good at what he does, but also blessed and possessed with that underbite growl of a manface.  Can I say it????  Halle Berry was a little dry (?)

Art direction was superb. Detailed and dialed in. It’s so important.  What else can I say?

There are a lot of good movies out right now, I think I counted and there were about ten that I said I would go pay money to see. I obviously can’t see them all, but with a free movie pass I chose the road less 007 and went to check out The Wachowski’s and Tom.  I wouldn’t rush to see this in the theater, especially with all the other options out right now (not to mention a night out at the movies costing $20 at least).  I would rent it on video, however, soon after it comes out. It’s definitely a flick worth a seeing and discussing. I’m headed back to the theater to see Bond and/or Wreck It Ralph because I’m not totally satisfied yet.

Who is this?

The Master (2012)

Well I knew this movie would be weird. It’s by P. T. Anderson (Magnolia, Boogie Nights, Punch Drunk Love, There Will Be Blood), and this is his latest project. Which snatched up a very hermitted Joaquin Phoenix after his recent (failed?) stunt to “fool the world” into believing he was a born again rapper. While Casey Affleck filmed it all. I haven’t seen the movie yet (although I’ve heard it’s… something), but I will see it soon. Puffy is apparently in it, and apparently Puffy’s not pleased.

The Master is about Scientology in from what I gathered to be the mid 1940’s or so. Phillip Seymour Hoffman plays the mock El Ron Hubbard without ever dropping the words Scientology or it’s creator’s actual real name. But it is no question that is the environment in which the story takes place.  It IS merely an environment though.  Don’t think you are about to see a movie about Scientology, probably something you’re too scared to even investigate because of “what you’ve heard”.  P. T. wouldn’t waste his time with your poppycock fears, he’s got more to say than that… I’m just not sure I always want to hear it.

This time I did.  Like Radiohead, P. T. is one of those entities that has survived long enough for me not to trust myself with my own opinion.  I Must keep checking back in.  Like a lot of worthy art, this movie is about what it means to be a human being.  How fucked up we are and how that’s ultimately Ok and With Punishment.  The struggles it takes to be a human being. The ways human beings try to heal and fix other human beings. The question of whether we are to be distinguished from animals.  Are we something more?  Says who?  El Ron (who I respect)?  And ultimately asks and answers the question of can misguided humans be saved? It says, no… but who’s saving who anyway?  It criticizes those who claim to save… Scientifically (all you Scientists!!!)… others that are made of the same flesh and blood, same atoms and Energy Fields.

People need help.  But let’s not forget you do too.  I do.  We all do.

Don’t offer help without first realizing you are just as poor.

So you got a suit on. But you’re lying.  Worst off to yourself… and it comes around.  Praise to those brave enough to sleep with the dead dog.

You still eat shit, but you’ve covered it with the gravy of sacrifice. And that’s what people tell me life is all about once they all start eating the same gravy.

Am I off topic here?

If you’ve seen a P. T. Anderson movie before you know they aren’t like the rest of them. There is an original formula here and perhaps maybe one of those types of art that inspires by making people want to understand it. Terminator 2 is art… but you know exactly why.   P. T. will make you figure it out… and it’s in there where his unphased spirits are dancing around my cerebral fire.

Paul Thomas Anderson

I hate Magnolia. I love Punch Drunk Love. Boogie Nights is cool because it’s about porn. Roller Girl is cool. William H. Macy is cool when he shoots his wife for being a bitch (IT’S A MOVIE, THAT’s WHERE WE”RE SUPPOSED TO SHOOT PEOPLE) . But I still don’t know if I LIKE that movie. There Will Be Blood… I… I… I just don’t know… I need to see it again.

Point being… before seeing this movie I would not have even called myself a P. T. Anderson fan.  Most people are drooling if they’re into him, and I’ve never met anyone who likes P. T. Anderson and hates Magnolia as much as I do. That movie sucks.  But I had to go see this movie because I gots respect for the man. The acting is always good (can not deny Daniel D. Lewis in There Will Be Blood). And the camera work is always really, really good. Like lens choice and color correction/color scheme type stuff.  These both hit the mark. Joaquin Phoenix’s (not so) big return is spectacular. That man acts in scenes in this movie that earn him Double Rainbow Oscars for Decades.  Seriously.  But this is because he is a psychopath in real life too. Or just awesome and misunderstood, like me.  Anyways, Joaquin.. I don’t care. You ruled my world.

Phillip is always good. So I will see anything he is in. He is convincing in character, and that is the true job of an actor. Many actors are good because they are cute and can Entertain doing one thing (Clint Eastwood, and yes my older friends even Robert Redford are guilty here). Phillip Seymore Hoffman can Fucking Act.  Pay the man.

In conclusion… P. T. Anderson movies are just really, really weird. Sometimes good. And mostly really, really weird. You want to see Joaquin Phoenix masturbate into the ocean, fingerbang a sandwoman , and walk back and forth trying to tell the difference between a wall and a window… go see The Master.  Half the time I had no real idea what was going on… but I could Think about it. For those of you who enjoy such challenges… keep enjoying art like The Master.

Comics 2.5

Old, unpublished comics… aged appropriately.


In Cold Blood – Truman Capote

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote is unlike any other book I’ve ever read. The subject matter is intensely dark, and the entire novel simply reads differently. What is it about his particular style that captured the attention and praise of so many? For one thing, Truman Capote is as good of an observer as he is a writer. In Cold Blood communicates because the dust in the Kansas wind is there blowing across the pages. The autumn color scheme is right. And the characters are real.

No really, they are. This book is non-fiction and written much like an over detailed press release about a real quadruple homicide that happened in Garden City, Kansas in 1959. This much is known without turning a page.  In fact, four dark eyes don the inside cover of the hardback copy I was reading. They are the eyes of the two killers. Upon first seeing them I glanced over them and moved onto the material.  When I completed the book, I wanted to see what year it had been published, I turned to the front page and again was forced to stare into these four eyes on the inside cover.  But this time I needed to study them for a while. I had learned so much about these men, looked at them from all angles, felt all sorts of feelings regarding them, and yet all I could do was just stare at those four eyes and ask more questions.

The story is incredibly sad, I am warning you.  But it’s redemption comes in the form of what all living beings must learn to deal with… super fucked up shit that is unbelievably, unbearably, and unimaginably fucked.  It happens everyday.  It’s sad, and I give credit to Capote for staring back at the dead dog on the side of the road everyone drives by. Yeah, there’s something beautiful there. It ain’t gonna kill you if you look at it. Truman wanted to know what it was like to be a man who murders. This of course, does not make you a murderer. But many would be too scared to stick their nose in a blood splattered bedroom, and ask why? What path led to this? Just how different are these killers than you and me?

And the world wanted to know.

Born Truman Streckfus Persons    (Truman Capote)