The new Superman movie isn’t much like the old ones. It seems like they wanted to add a more realistic feel than a comic book one and I must say it was enjoyable. However the story could never be really real.
First off it begins on another planet, Krypton, where the people look just like humans. Okay maybe I can buy that, but what’s the chances of a far away civilization speaking English? That doesn’t even happen down the road in
Then there’s the nudity in the new film…full frontal male nudity. Now I’m not a prude or a pervert but if I were Kal-El’s father (played by Russell Crowe) I’d be mighty proud. In fact I could imagine that boy defeating the evil General Zod using just the howitzer between his legs. Unfortunately that’s all it’s good for, as Superman must remain a virgin. You see if he were to lose control during lovemaking, the mere beat of his powerful heart would crush a woman to death. Sorry Lois.
Why do so many people use the same unoriginal catch phrases as everyone else? I know “it is what it is” but “at the end of the day” if I hear another person say they’ve “been there, done that” I will not be a “happy camper”. Sure, some expressions don’t last long “wasssup?” But others seem to take on a life of their own “fuggetabout it” and many have been around forever “easy come, easy go”, “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”, “and Bob’s your uncle” which is supposed it mean “and there you go”.
I just may be “comparing apples to oranges” here but I even knew a guy who made up his own expressions and constantly repeated them. For example, every time he’d burp (I think he had acid reflux) he’d say “damn that meatloaf was good” and when he farted he’d say “catch that and paint it green”. It drove me crazy.
You can say I might be “over the top” on this subject and “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” but when it comes to the hackneyed catch phrase I sure wish people would start “thinking outside the box”. Oh, I gotta go, “I just threw up a little in my mouth!”
My 15 year old son took this picture one year ago and titled it “Memorial Day”. He even entered it in a photographic contest. It didn’t win, but I’ll never forget it because even though it’s just a picture of a flag I think it’s also a picture of patriotism and sacrifice and dignity and most of all remembrance.
Yes this classy lady is somebody’s mother, and there’s a child somewhere who must be very proud. She’s obviously a sweet, loving and gentle woman. A kind, nurturing parent who tenderly teaches her children the important lessons in life like self control, good manners and how to behave in public. In fact, we should all let her be our role model and always conduct ourselves with respect and dignity. Happy mother’s day.
It seems to me that the debate over the coverage of the Jason Collins story might actually be bigger than the story itself. I tend to side with those who say they don’t give a rat’s ass whether he’s gay or not, but I also feel for people who are living a lie. Plus, I’ve been to several Elton John concerts.
There’s no question in my mind that gay people should have the same rights and benefits as Baptists do, but the media needs to calm down a bit. Your sexual preference doesn’t make you a “hero” any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. And while discrimination against anyone is a crime, it would be nice (in my perfect world) if the bashers and the hypocrites and the straights and the gays would remember that we’re ALL humans from Earth and there is nothing wrong with making fun of your self…
I don’t really get all this debate over same-sex marriages. Especially the people who say they don’t agree with it, because eventually all marriages become same sex marriages in my opinion.
If you’ve been married less than, let’s say a year and a half, you’re probably changing positions like varsity wrestlers and coming like Tri-Rail trains. After that, however, things become much more routine, the same thing the same way with the same person. Here’s how it works out once every week:
Thursday is the BIG night, because you’re winding down from a hectic work week and preparing for a relaxing weekend.
First comes dinner at the Red Lobster. Lot’s of people (men mostly) consider a nice seafood meal to be an aphrodisiac.
After a fast drive home it’s a glass of brandy and a quick b.m. Then the real fun begins.
Five to ten minutes of lights out, missionary style lovemaking!
The evening ends with the 10 o’clock news and perhaps a leftover lobster quesadilla while ma-lady visits the bidet. Next Thursday you start all over again.
All this same sex stuff may sound boring to younger couples at the peak of their natural appetites and God given hormonal instincts, but it’s really not that bad. The both of you know in advance when, where and how plus there’s that lovely expression about a comfortable “old shoe”. In fact, what night is it tonight?
Don’t get me wrong, I like pranks as much as anybody. In fact, this past April Fool’s Day I left notes on a number of parked cars apologizing for an accident that never actually happened and I replaced the Oreo cream filling in my kids cookies with toothpaste. It’s all in good fun.
However pretending to be someone you’re not is a crime I cannot abide. Its one thing to cover a toilet seat with plastic wrap, and quite another to intentionally doctor photographs or steal a person’s identity.
There’s been talk this week about an imposter in South Florida claiming to be Keith Richards. He’s been eating Paul & Young Ron pies at Anthony’s Coal Fired Pizza, checking out the Tortuga Music Festival and walking among pelicans at Flamingo Park. But this is not some cheap look-a-like trying to appear important in a phoney photograph, but the REAL Keith Richards. I should know because we met last week, hung out, and have since become very close friends. Don’t believe me? Just check this out…
Every month or two I enjoy keeping track of my random thoughts, here goes:
Did you see in the paper that some big money groups are trying to get a medical marijuana initiative on the ballot in next year’s elections? When I saw that I not only pissed my pants but I shat them as well. You can say it’s only for “medical purposes” if you want, however let’s not kid ourselves this measure would basically make marijuana legally available. Legal weed. What’s next? How about making assault rifles legal or legalizing texting while driving.
This move would also put a large number of pot-sniffing dogs out of work since they can’t smell the difference between the legal medical marijuana and the illegal stuff. It makes me sad, man.
Then there’s the cost. Grass doesn’t grow on trees and don’t think for one minute that your Uncle Sam won’t take a hit. That crap is expensive enough right now without adding a number (no pun) of government taxes and harvesting fees.
Plus, while polls show most Floridians support medical marijuana less than half have ever smoked it. Shouldn’t those people be allowed to get high before they vote so they know what it’s like? I have a lot of issues with this issue.
As a young boy growing up along the shores of the Chesapeake Bay my mother would warn me about smoking pot, which, for some reason she called “jimson weed.” She’d say “Ronnie you may think smoking marijuana will make you cool, but remember cool also means not so hot.” Thanks mom.