The Sweet, The Sour, and the Phantasm Review

Today was one of those sweet and sour ones. It was sweet that my supervising team figured out how to help the employees who guilt tripped me into working overtime, despite I had to stay long enough to determine if the work load would be too grand for three people to handle. I should be ecstatic about a victory over protocol, but there is the sour. That being the fact I spent more on cat treats than I did on my own groceries. Honestly, pleasing that little furball makes me happy on its own, provided she does not wake me whining for them.

Expenditures for 9/9/11 just remind me that I'm broke, without credit (I got show some discipline, by not activating the fresh plastic) until my next paycheck. I should be fine after that minus the Cubs tickets I want to pick up. So I should be thinking of the last nights at Wrigley, but that's the problem. They are the last games until March 2012. What is there to do in Peoria to have fun with the spare coin that comes with the change of the season? Rivermen season tickets is impractical working second shift. Oh the price of being a cynic. Can never appreciate the little things.

Or maybe I just think the sweet and sour is bull shit. Never cared for most Asian foods when I come to think of it. I prefer spicy.

Slow news day, and watching the Saints game and a movie would have kept me up too late. If I wouldn't have fried (technically steamed my DVR), I'd at least have wrestling to go on about. To make this blog worthwhile, I guess I better dig up a bad movie review I wrote on some scratch paper at work.

Maybe, not a bad movie. My bitching about "Surf Nazis Must Die" will not accomplish anything. It is the garbage that the mainstream that you must be warned about, and I don't have any of those lying about. How about "Phantasm?" That seems an essay which will be more fun to type than another socialist blog. At least at this hour.

Check out my review for this classic at:

Ninety for Chill - A More Acceptable Runtime

Awakening of the Web Auteur: The effects of Trent Reznor and David Lynch

I should probably also give credit to Patricia Arquette's attempt to be a pin up girl for messing with my head. "Lost Highway" was a mess of a flick. It leaves me wondering if Patricia's performance lead to the mess that is her brother Alexis had become.

Not trying to dis on the trans-gendered. There are just so few of them with a filmography. Chaz Bono was once just placed in Mom and Dad's stuff. Alexis makes you wonder if she realized her true self, or just needed attention because she was a lesser actor than her brother David.

I guess the point of this blog is that I have ideas I'd like to express, and I want to see what an audience thinks. That sums up the style of "film making" that is David Lynch. A lot of sweet (in the freaking context) concepts along with a lot of shitty ones. Throw them up to the wall, and they should all stick (candy and feces joke, clever right?). If he only knew that a certain degree of cohesion is needed, and he would have a lot more classics dependent upon actors (or Trent Reznor) delivering overly indulgent performances.

Check out the rest of this blog at Main Event of the Dead dot Com and let me know if my humor and movie knowledge can translate into a Pro-Wrestling Zombie comedy.