Sharks, Ballots, Bones, and Books

Don't bother watching Shark Exorcist.

It's awful.

You'd think an idea about a demon-possessed shark would be great

for a good-bad movie.

It is not.

It actually made me angry how bad this movie was.

And I have a pretty low bar for bad movies.

Half the movie is boring padding featuring sort-of attractive

women in skimpy outfits. One entire scene adds nothing to the plot, 

as it features neither demon-possession, sharks, or even any of the

other "characters" already established in the movie. 

I found it for free to watch online and I still think I over paid.

>:-(

Oh yeah, Election Day.

Ding dong the witch is dead.

If only said witch would recognize that fact and crumble away in a pile of ash.

The Unbearable Lightness of Boniness

Milan Kundera would be proud, I think?

Skellyton 2024?

Sunday was such a nice day. The last nice day for the year, I think. So I went out in the morning to run my virtual 5K for the Cocoa Beano race. 

Did the usual Sunday stuff (laundry, cook food for lunch, some cleaning up around the apartment) and paid a visit to the local Ethiopian restaurant, one of my favorites in town.

Had a delicious veggie meal, complete with injera and spicy lentils, and even tried an order of the donuts (with honey). Enjoyed my lunch al fresco, despite the breeziness on the restaurant porch.

Yummm.....😋

Bambolino, with honey.

Took a walk around the River front, taking in the sun and wind. 

Then back to reality.

Weather will begin to turn, and I have stuff to try to do.

Pandemic weariness has set in. I have no attention span,

or worse than usual. Depression, or malaise, or melancholy, or whatever.

I think I'm drinking too much alcohol and eating too much sugar.

So there's plenty of bad habits to reform, I think.

I don't quite feel comfortable enough to go to the gym yet, 

aside from the Saturday AM lap swims, but I may try

the treadmills as it gets colder.

Perhaps just boredom. I can watch only so many movies.

Everyday the same nonsense.

The same work, the same lessons. The same reruns.

My hypo-stimulated brain is starved for stimulation.

If the world doesn't collapse I will be able to take a short

getaway at the end of the month. So that's something

to look forward to. 

While we wait for life to re-start, I have books to read!

And music to listen to.

Metrobolist is the original title for David Bowie's 

The Man Who Sold the World.

The 50 year reissue features the original title and 

cover art tailored for the US market. Bowie in his

Mr. Fish man dress was released for the rest-of-the-world market,

but Americans with their puritanical, fanatical, and

anti-fantastical attitudes required something a bit more butch.

Jay McInerney's Bright Lights, Big City is a title that

I've stumbled across for years and years. I've seen it mentioned in

TV shows, on now ancient blogs that I read in college, in an MST3K

episode, in essays and articles in magazines.

It was time to finally get a copy for myself and put the 

issue to rest. Actually reading it makes it feel like less of

a hallucination that has dogged me for decades.

I can now exorcise this literary demon.

Another Philip K. Dick novel; I started a while ago.

The Man in the High Castle is an imagining of what life

would be like if Germany had not lost WWII. 

I think it's been adapted into a TV show.

But I will read the novel first.