Nothing much coming from here today. I'm busier than a Bangkok whore with the 6th fleet in port. I'll give you a teaser though. Another short story is percolating through my gray matter. What will it be? Horror, Sci-Fi, Fantasy? Maybe some more porn? Find out tomorrow, or whenever it's finished brewing. The biggest problem with it right now is there are 3 endings and I can't pick which one I like best. Maybe I'll give you all three.
Oh, wait. I do have something quick to share. Captain Corelli's Mandolin was a decent movie destroyed by two things. The first was Nicolas Cage. Sorry, but he can never ever play a romantic lead. No matter what the character is supposed to portray you will never escape the image of Cage in Raising Arizona. And what was with that accent? He either got it from an intense one week session with a voice coach in the Bronx or from watching too many Olive Garden commercials. The second problem was the normally spectacular John Hurt who was almost but not quite completely unlike Roddy McDowell a Greek provincial doctor.
Ruined by 3 things: Penelope Cruz's armpit hair in their love-making scene. Gag.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence. ....
Did I give you an earbug, Pylorns? hehe
The armpit hair was outweighed by her nipples. Finest nipples in modern cinema, I tell you what.
To be technically correct that would be a "Bangkok whore with the 7th fleet in port.
I stand corrected!
There are no weird people - some just require more understanding.
the armpit hair was the best thing in the film.
Timberland Sale
Timberland Outlets
Timberland Work Boot
Timberland Boot
Timberland shoes