Stevehen's journal, armpit of July. Watched Watchmen, redundant description of action. Like explaining porn to Bambi Woods. This was the movie that could never be made, pin a medal on the savage underbelly of Hollywood.
|Hey it's me, the Question! I'll go away now. I know when I'm not wanted.|
Stevehen's journal, supplemental entry. Ignore the phallic symbol like the cries of the hungry children of the world. Better to forget it. Or embrace it, let it warm you like the urine soaked blanket you wrap yourself in. The world built on lies. It all came crashing down, a puppet with an armless man moving the mouth with his sick tongue while violating the blood-soaked pantyhose of over-the-hill prostitutes. Movie looks good, not as much slow motion; apparently, the attention deficit child was kept away from the editing room. Pretty flashbacks of characters. Seamless. Almost the perfect lie told to the public of liars and thieves.
|Meet Alan Moore, he came up with the idea of the comic. He tries way too hard.|
It is April of 2009 and I am in line to watch a movie. My friend turns to me and remarks about the size of Dr. Manhattan's penis. I'm convinced she is trying to ruin the movie for me. I spend the next two hours disassembling her remarks. I am ignoring the blue penis. Her name is Renee and she's an artist, we went to college together. It is March 13th of 2014, Thomm dies from a car crash [Editor's note: wait, what?!]. Three days later, a child appears at my door claiming that his father was my editor. He then spends the next three hours fixing a chainsaw so that it spins kittens around, creating some bastardized machine of enjoyment. I am in shock, it is the same feeling I feel when they kill the idea of the giant squid. Instead, they go with the more logical idea of turning the world fully against the super humans. I feel fear for the last time. It is June of 2009, a girl laughs at an Ann Coulter penis joke, and it all ties together. She has yet to buy me a beer, it's going to happen though. It's July 1989 and the time traveling Richard Nixon asks for me to invent a ray gun in which I can end the Vietnam War. I cannot. This last story is irrelevant.
Was it the worst thing I've ever seen? Well, no there were no vagina-powered, mind -blowing machines. I'm waiting for the sequel. It could've been worse people, see X-Men 3 for example.
You Should Look Out For
First the Blue Man Group lures you in, and then they strike!
Your Moment of Insanity
A Comedian died last night, and nobody cares. Nobody cares but me.
Your Musical Moment Provided By Jonathan Coulton
I made this half-pony half-monkey monster to please you but I get the feeling that you don't like it.
What's with all the screaming? You like monkeys, you like ponies. Maybe you don't like monsters so much. Maybe I used too many monkeys.
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