I’ve been obsessed, for quite some time, with the 1985 movie, Mask. Not only does it star Cher, as a single, drug-addicted, motorcycle mom, but also includes my childhood proto-hero, Eric Stoltz (Some Kind of Wonderful, The Fly II, Killing Zoe).
Playing an everyday teen with ‘Lionitis’, Stoltz overcomes pretty much anything the ‘80’s can throw at him— expect death, I suppose. Lionitis, for the uninitiated, is a hideous deformity involving abnormal calcification of the skull.
RIP Eric Stoltz as Rocky Dennis! You will always have a special place in my heart, along with your pot-smoking movie mom, Cher.
Because my cat, Squeak, is a dirty little fucker, we’ve decided to treat him to the ‘lion cut’, as seen below. Several Vancouver locations specialize in this monstrosity.
For the time being, his hair is matted into one continuous dreadlock— largely a product of grief and poor grooming practices. Pet anti-depressants remain an unexplored option…
If a lone crow foretells death in the family, what does it mean when an entire Murder descends on your lawn, tearing it to shreds? Illness? Poverty? Insanity? A lifetime of disappointment?
While taking a train from Dresden, I remember a Murder so large that it blackened the entire countryside— like the ashes of a nuclear winter. I wonder what this means for Germany? For the world at large?
Catastrophe seems to be on everybody’s lips. The death of the middleclass, the death of the suburb. The death of Western interventionism.
I say let it die. Burnish the rooftops with flames! Bury civilization for a thousand years in a dark box. Let it all go to hell.
In my recent battles against the common cold, I’ve been using povidone-iodine as an catch-all, multi-purpose cleanser. Hand staining and thyroid dysfunction aside, I’ve got a really good feeling about this one! Not only does it have broad-spectrum action against adenoviruses, rhinoviruses, parainfluenzae, etc., but it also eliminates 99.99% of bacteria on contact.
My stained brown antiseptic hands will show those indiscriminate-coughing-mother-fuckers on the bus that I mean business.
Funny, I remember reading a paper once that said that viruses may come from outer-space, hitching rides on inter-planetary asteroids and comets. I wonder if our cyan friend passing over the orient will deposit a new super plague? Part of me really hopes so….
