Brain Pudding

I woke up this morning at 7am, so I could do this on a bicycle. I made a litany of mistakes. I did not take water, thinking their would be ample opportunity for that on the trail. I did not wear any sunscreen. Sweat poured into my eyes, because I had no headgear. This was only aggravated by the sunburn I developed about half-way through; this trail has almost no shade for the entirety of the trip. Never let it be said that I'm a smart man.

I didn't arrive home until about 12:30pm. There was a wealth of errands that needed running today and I knew if I didn't ask to leave immediately, I would fall asleep for an indeterminate amount of time. So, after a shower, the wife and I headed to the mall, one of my least favorite places in earth. Four or so hours later, I arrived home.

My second wind had come. I had a little beer and proceeded to watch Southland Tales , while reading Final Crisis . I think I gave my brain scoliosis. Both the movie and the comic are batshit insane. Typifying either as esoteric does an injustice to the word. I'm not sure what Southland Tales was about. I didn't hate it, but I also didn't take much from it. Richard Kelly directed the movie and I can only imagine that it was a prank on Hollywood. Not only was the plot abstract and surreal, but it seemed to imply that efforts at renewable energy were a negative thing. This confuses and saddens me. I can only hope that Richard Kelly got it out of his system as The Box looks really interesting.

It's interesting to compare Southland Tales with Final Crisis, as the latter makes the former seem like Die Hard by comparison. Grant Morrison wrote it, which, for anyone that remains remotely familiar with comics should know, means that it made the concept of "insane" watered down. In a lot of ways Morrison is the real deal. When he wrote The Invisibles he actually tried to convince the public to have a 'wankathon', wherein everyone would masturbate at the same time everywhere on Earth as part of some sexual magic spell. I'm serious. DC was not particularly pleased with his use of the letters section.

That said, Final Crisis is some sort of surreal tribute to Jack Kirby's Fourth World , which I'm mostly unfamiliar with. I've read various things where Morrison explained that he wanted to create some sort of hyperactive comic, something that was so far removed from form and convention that it would be impossible to relate as a movie, and I'm fairly certain that he succeeded. Superman plugs a hole in the universe to stop Mandrakk, a vampiric Monitor (don't ask), from doing something rotten. I'm not sure what. And that's just part of it. If that doesn't send up giant WTF flags, I'm not sure what will.

And now my brain is off. I kind of just want to watch Full House or something like that, but I'm afraid that my perception, at least for the day, is tainted by hyper-fiction, beer, and the exhaustion of a 27.5 mile bike ride. At least I supposedly burned off some calories. That certainly doesn't hurt anything.

Incidentally, I thank my wife for showing me how html code works. Not only is she nicer looking than me, but she is smarter than I am, which doesn't say much. I am a lucky man.