Samuel L Jackson

I was talking to someone about this at one time.  

Can't really recall who it was, but most probably Frank considering the nature of the discussion.

I had remarked about a black comedian (can't remember which - don't do drugs!) anyhoo, this comedian remarked about how there would never be a black Batman.  

The original joke aside (which I can't remember either. OMG)  I started thinking about this statement and running the idea through my head when I realized that Samuel L Jackson would make THE BEST BATMAN EVER!

Picture it:  "who the hell are you?"

Sam Jackson: "I'm the muthafuckin' Batman, that's who the fuck I AM?"

"Who the FUCK are you?"  then he would proceed to bitch slap the shit out of the Joker or Penguin or whichever enemy was in this scene - using that big black leather glove with the bat spikes on it.

How awesome would THAT be??

I know, right?

So then I was watching early morning TV (like at 5am while getting ready to head out to a shoot)

and I remember (yay) watching the news and the investigative consumer reporter came on with his story about a business that screwed over some folks and when he tried to get a word from the business they close the door on him etc etc... you know the scenario.

Then it dawns on me - Samuel L Jackson needs to be a consumer investigative reporter!!!

Why is it always some mousey, skinny guy with glasses and a short sleeved buttoned down shirt?

What gives?

Sam Jackson would just shove the fucking door open and go "Oh no you don't, motherfucker!! You don't shut the fucking door in MY motherfuckin' face!!"

and then he would shove the door open and the business proprietor would be all scared and fall backward onto his ass in the doorway 

"I AM going to get some answers and you WILL be giving these people back their damn money!! Got it, motherfuckerr?!?" 

He would get them their money back and be all sweet to the people and the business guy would be getting up and brushing off his pants and Sam Jackson would shove him back down.

How awesome would THAT be??

I know, right? 

I will let you know if I come up with any other perfect fit roles for Samuel L Jackson. 

Feel free to let me know if you have any.  

I follow him on the Twitter - I can maybe pitch a few. 

Shared Space

I have this weird feeling that there is another being sharing my body with me. Or perhaps it is me sharing its body. Whatever the case, it is definitely a strange feeling. I feel that this is the case mostly because of my vision as of late. I keep seeing darkness around the outer field of my vision. Like blobs of darkness around the edges but when I concentrate on them, suddenly they are just gone. The being realizes I have noticed him.
The moments when I forget where I am, I'm pretty sure that he has taken control for whatever reason. I will be driving and completely forget where I am and where I am going. It's him. I know it. When I forget why I have gone into a room, I'm pretty sure it's because he wanted something in there and when I regain control, no clue what's going on. I don't think he quite has a handle on how to operate me yet. I wonder what it will be like once he does.
I used to be convinced that when I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye that it was not a trick at all but someone really there. They just realized they were caught and skedaddled before I could do a double take. I think there may be a whole other life that happens in the space that we don't occupy. People or things that live while we are at rest. How often do you hear sounds at night that you simply attribute to "the house settling" or the wind outside or a million other excuses. We all think we catch a glimpse of someone in the hall or walking past or whatever. You hear a voice say your name or something else but you don't recognize it or it belongs to someone you know isn't in the house.
What if there really is someone there? Using the space and time you don't? What if our minds and vision aren't playing tricks on us but simply reporting the facts? It would be quite efficient of some race of beings don't you think? Resting while we are awake and operating while we are asleep. Brilliant.
Perhaps they were just there watching me. Getting a handle on the language and testing it out loud every now and then to get used to how it sounds and works. Living in the shadows, an alien voyeur trying to learn everything about me. Then he decided to move in. The cause of my unexplained eye twitches and muscle spasms. That weird sensation between my toes; it's my new body mate. My loss of appetite and insomnia would easily be explained by this invasion. Nothing else seems a reasonable explanation to me. This would also account for my digestive disturbances and extreme change in vision. I'm okay if something wants to move in but does it have to be so disruptive? Just settle in and get with the program already. Sheesh.

I Got Nothin'

Seriously, guys.  Nothing.  Believe it or not, Gina has nothing to say today?


Can I muster something?  Hmmm.
Trader Joe's has a dark chocolate raisin pecan bar that I really enjoy.

I really miss all my intellectually stimulating friends.
I only see people when I work.  I like my work people.
They are always fun and interesting but I only see them like, 5 days a month.
That sucks.

School is okay but the students are dinguses.  Here is a little something a fellow student wrote in response to my required diatribe about Abstract Expressionism.
and I quote:
"Artist used simple line and shapes to paint pretty picture. Line was drawn to form other than look for an actual visible picture. The artist intented viewers to look hard into lines and see the form that creates a pretty picture. some artist used vary colors to express their emotion by the movement of the line, and shapes form."
 
I kid you not.  WTF?  Has no one learned how to form complete sentences? What about proper verb form and tense? How about just knowing the simple difference between a singular and plural noun? 
Holy Jumping Moses, people.  And just FYI, this person is NOT, I repeat NOT foreign.  I know I have many foreign acquaintances and I can forgive language issues for those not of the native tongue but again - SHEESH!!  
 
Okay, there was something.  See? If I try I can always find something that chaps my ass.
Making a fresh cup of tea and then forgetting I made a fresh cup of tea only to find it later when the water (and hence the tea) has gone tepid kind of chaps my ass too.  I will drink it anyway, but by gawd I will not enjoy it quite as much as I would have when it was scalding hot!!!
 
How about something that makes me smile? The dog lays in funny positions and that always makes me giggle.  He's silly.   

That's it.  I want to try to write more here and not so much on my iPad note app. 
I know I say that every month/year but I promise to try harder.
I am also working on a website of some of my more risque memoirs - I will let you know if I decide to make it a public site.  There are some pretty entertaining stories.
Just not so sure if I want people knowing that much of my bidness.  Yes, bidness.

Goodnight then.