Beetle Beercrash

Fatboy Slim (using a vocal track by Jim Morrison) "Bird Of Prey"

Rollins Band "On The Day" Here you come again Crucifixion mind Got a hammer in your hand You've got the look in your eye But do you have what it takes? You've got to ask yourself: Can you break me? It's one thing to hold the hammer in your hand But do you have it in you to pound the nail? So many live in fear of what only a few can do What lives inside of you? I see you staring But you see me see right through Now what are you gonna do? Can you kill me? As you confront yourself The hammer becomes so heavy Your eyes are mine Now you see me. It's one thing to hold the hammer in your hand But do you have it in you? can you pound that nail? So many of you line up but so few of you cross the line Talk is talk kill is kill Here I am And there you are With threats you only get so far Take a look at yourself You can't break me Nothing to my name but I have so much more than you Do what you're gonna do You can't kill me It's one thing to hold the hammer in your hand But do you have it in you? can you pound that nail? So many of you line up but so few of you cross the line Talk is talk kill is kill Talk is talk kill is kill

A song that described my mood around the time of my lunch break at work tonight: Radiohead "No Surprises" A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal. You look so tired-unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide, with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silence, silence. This is my final fit, my final bellyache, with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please. Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden. No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), no alarms and no surprises, please.

This song also describes me pretty well as being drunk at 5:30 on a work night...

Serious thoughts about it, though--- Having read the comic many years ago, it was as true to the comic as it could be. The director and writers took note that comic fans/beardoes/goddamned nerds are going to complain about an adaptation of a comic book to film no matter how faithful/unfaithful it is to that from which it draws. It wasn't easy at all to squeeze what, twelve comic books? into a 2-3 hour movie, and a lot of the side stuff was lost---they didn't have the pirate comic-book-within-a-comic-book subplot in there, because that would have easily added another hour to it. I thought the establishment of the characters was kind of uneven, but I think they did their best with the constraints they had in terms of working the comic into something that people would be willing to sit down and watch and enjoy. My one thing through the whole movie was "where is 'Desolation Row' by Bob Dylan?" (the lyrics----"at Midnight all the agents/and the superhuman crew/will go and round up everyone/who knows more than they do"...pretty essential to the plot) until the end, when they rolled the credits over some punk band doing a cover of the song. If I were Alan Moore, I'd be way more OK with this than with "V For Vendetta" *shudder*

Because one of the events of my vacation to Detroit involved going to see this movie with a bunch of really good friends including taysteewonderbunny (who recommended I join this site), I seriously considered "Big Blue Space Dong" as my handle/pseudonym/nom de plume for this site.