Freaking Out

This is me, at the left, going slightly insane.

For many various reasons.

Let's start from the top:

Today is Tuesday and I'm still not in the loop.

The loop. The loop. Running around inside a hoop.

The reason I'm saying that I'm not in the loop is regarding the comic. The comic script that I wrote and sent off for approval/editor review hasn't received anything back. I haven't heard anything. And anyone who knows me knows that I'm a worrier. Things running through my head at speeds inhuman and insane.

THAT MAKES ME A FREAKAZOID!

Tangent:

Apparently my favorite comic character (well one of them) Madman, the creator was almost convinced that Freakazoid was a character almost ripped off from him. I can see that. I love them both.

Back to the story:

I'm freaking out because on Saturday I went with the wife to her parents' house and proceeded to receive what I was convinced were signs regarding the book. Signs telling me that everything was going to work out and that I was going to get the deal and sink it.

Then we went to dinner and another sign. I'll tell you what they are at a later date as obviously the idea hasn't been published, but still, I saw signs. I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign.

Anyways:

Sunday passes. Monday passes. Now we're close to Tuesday being over and still no answer. It's maddening. In all fairness, the editor was on vacation til Monday, so that's no big deal. And maybe he's touting the script around to his coworkers and artists in his stable of artists as the second coming of Stan Lee or something, one can only hope. But it's madness.

THIS IS SPARTA.

You see where I'm going with this? I'm going slightly more insane than I was before. So there.

Freaking out. WOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rambo Rampage

I have a little quiz for all of you to see who is a fan or wouldn't be a fan of the new Rambo movie.

Have you ever:

Ripped someone's throat out?
Shot a 50 cal machine gun?
Sliced a person's stomach open just to watch their insides come out?
Screamed in terror and agony at a baby thrown into a fire?
Wanted to go on a rampage and lay waste to a jungle with 50 cal machine gun?
Wanted to fight for the freedom of another group of people who were less fortunate than you?

If you answered yes or would like to to any of the above questions, may I suggest: RAMBO!

The fourth movie in the franchise and the most ironically named, Rambo features an aged war veteran living his retirement in the jungle by selling boat trips up or downriver and catching pythons and various other snakes for wrestling or charming or some such shit.

I was a fan of the Rambo series for what they were. Action films. I never watched them trying to look for the greater message behind the man or the spiritual connection one sometimes feels when a Man fights for his country. No, I'm not an idiot. I watch movies, sometimes, to be entertained.

And this did not disappoint. Tearing through people like a fucking hurricane, this movie killed more people on screen then I think I've ever seen. And I'm one of those people that when something is horribly violent, I kinda chuckle. Let's just say I laughed heartily during this movie as the violence and gore was so abundant that it made me feel like I was about to get splattered in blood.

Read Petey's blog for a similar message/statement, but there was a PREGNANT woman sitting in front of me. The horrors of Burma and the various death scenes do not scream take your pregnant wife to this movie. This movie is all about the guys, and we were almost OUTNUMBERED BY WOMEN IN THE THEATER.

Everybody apparently went and saw Meet the Spartans instead. To that I say:

You poor dumb mother fuckers.

By far, a highly entertaining film, Rambo should have gotten first. For the sheer excitement of seeing a truly evil person torn apart and turned into swiss cheese by the 50 cal, this movie was not a disappointment at all.

Probably because I didn't go in looking for a message.