oh the things they'll do
There are good things and bad things in the world. Of course, from my perspective there are a lot more bad things. This week has been a mix of the two; a series of ups and downs if you will.

ANOTHER Harry is released in theatres. And here come the predictable. More Harry = More people swearing to it's god like qualities and story line. I don't think I need to reiterate any further.

BUT...

Bullseyeart.com has returned to the internet. Perhaps one of the best sites on the web, Bullseyeart spawned such favorites as Porkchops and Ratchicken. Unfortunately, the site now costs $4.99 a month, but there are two sample cartoons that bring me back to a better time, when the internet cost a lot less.

HOWEVER...

Jennifer Aniston is GQ's man of the year. I'll let you think about that. You know what Miss It's Cold all the Time? You're a celebrity...a fucking celebrity. The fact that the paparazzi hounds you all the time is a testament to the death and destruction you leave behind you wherever go. Here's a tip: if you don't like it, stop being in the spot light all the time. I'm sure no one is going to miss you, what with your latest movie on it's way out of theatres already. Way to go. Everything was all fine and dandy when you were dating Mr. Sleeps with Anyone. "Oh take our picture! We love being in the spotlight!" And then as soon as it goes bad you want your precious privacy. Listen, if you invite people into your house and feed them all the time, you're going to eventually get shit in your toilet. Suck it up and clean the shit, OK? Oh and going on multiple "entertainment" shows and complaining about how everyone invades your privacy doesn't make you a man. It makes you a mega bitch. The only reason you're man of the year is because no one can tell if the men in Hollywood are fags or not. Oh and your enormous nipples were mistaken for pecs.

ALTHOUGH...

South Park tackled Scientology this week. By far one of the better episodes this season. The combination of idiotic celebrities believing in idiotic religions just reinforces everything I feel about the world: Dumb people get paid too much, and the more moronic they are, the more money they make.

UNFORTUNATELY...

The movie version of RENT comes out next week....... (concerned sigh). We've all been through it once before. Some of us could not escape it through college. But like most pop-culture phenomena’s, this locomotive of over wrought emotion is conducted by annoying girls who latch onto anything with annoying force. That means not only do we have to deal with the public's reaction to it, but we also have to bear witness to the constant beating into the ground of RENT's supposed god like qualities and story line. Sound familiar? I'm sure there is a high correlation between the two. You know, I still have nightmares: of college girls screaming the songs at cast parties, of guys who can't sing, joining in with said girls, thinking that they are the greatest lovers in the world, and of the AIDS. Oh God, are we going to hear about the AIDS, and how we are all threatened by it some more. I'm convinced RENT truly is a tool of the devil. For once I'd like something to be good that does not have a blind following of millions of girls 12-28 who do nothing but preach about it 24/7. If I were a superhero, this would surely be my Kryptonite.

SPEAKING OF KRYPTONITE...

The new Superman Returns teaser trailer came out. In no way shape or form was I tracking this one. I assumed it would be another superhero movie I'd see, what with Kevin Spacey in it an all. But the trailer. Like a geek relapse, I experienced something that I haven't in a while. As a child I would watch the Superman movies whenever they were on, most usually the Saturday Afternoon movie on WPIX 11. I enjoyed every one of them (except the one with Richard Pryor...I never understood that one.) To see these new images, with the original John Williams music, and the Marlon Brando speech from the very first Superman movie; well it just gives me hope. Hope that people won't forget those old movies; the ones before glitzy special effects. There are definitely some directors out there who realize this, and have stopped the special effects binging. They realize that special effects are there to complement and not cover up.

QUICK NOTE: I finally get to spend more than a weekend with my lovely sex goddess. Can you say hot tub and fireplace?