I am as regular on this blog as a liver jammed goose waiting for an eager French Chef waiting patiently to transform it in to foie gras.
Sorry about the analogy but I have been reading Anthony Bourdain’s really fun Get Jiro: Blood and Sushi. Not as good as the first Get Jiro but still a really fun read. I have to say that I think the only person that I might want to adapt Jiro’s story might be Antoine Fuqua in film form.
You thought that I was going to say Quentin Tarantino didn’t you? I like Quentin but sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop a thing and the only more verbose filmmaker might be Kevin Smith only Not Good. I like his older stuff and by older I mean the View Askewniverse stuff so Clerks to Clerks 2 and all that in-between, the rest of his work should be apocryphal to his career.
Is this my attempt for umpteenth millionth time to promise that I will be more regular with this blog? Sure. No one really reads it anyway so a promise to the digital aether is not really a binding contract.
“Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.”
That said I have not stopped but only been sidetracked in my request like some meta-textual Wile E. Coyote.
No. Really. Pain is not a contest and if anyone is reading this then I am sure that they have their own War Stories as well. Maybe that is what it should be, two Combat Veterans of Life sharing war stories.
Some of those stories are sad, funny, tragic or generally fucked up; but the one thing that they have in common is it all sucked.
So here we go, next I’m back with a post from the box of Wonder and Mystery. What record will it be? I won’t tell.
I don’t want to get your hopes up.