Juicyk.com

My excitement over actually posting after so long bubbled over into telling The Malaysian that I’d written on the blog.  Without being coerced he typed in the site address on his desk computer.  JuicyK popped up.

“My fren, I thought you had a peekture.”

“No, I told you I just kinda posted an intro saying how I would be posting more frequently and plan on telling the story about why in another post.”

A few moments later he adds, “Oh, it’s not that bad.”

It took me a second to register the comment.  I know his affinity for short paragraphs residing in even shorter posts, so I asked, “Because it’s short, you mean?”

If “Steve Urkel” of Family Matters and “Louis Skolnick” from Revenge of the Nerds had a child, his/her laugh would be very similar to what I hear on a daily basis coming out of The Malaysian.  “Hahahahahaha, my fren.  Of course.”

“Jerk.”

More Urkel Skolnick noises followed until I asked him whether or not he had plans for the weekend.

“I do not, but I am sad.”

“Why’s that?”

“They stopped publishing my favorite anime.  This week is the last week, and it ruins my Friday night routine.”

That routine goes a little something like this:  Work from 8 am to 4:30 pm, drive home, eat a snack, take a nap, wake up for his favorite anime show, watch anime around 7 pm, go to bed, do it again the next Friday.

I asked, “Is the Asian child inside of you crying right now?”

Completely serious, he nodded at me.

Spans between posts stretching over three months are not exactly conducive to keeping up a weblog.  Sorry about that.

Inspiration’s been there, but the ability to harness, communicate, and transform it into something concrete hasn’t been.  I’d compare the feeling to striking a match, letting it burn down to the end, and dropping it to the ground never to be typed, posted, or heard from again.  Blame it on boredom, work, or whatever million other distractions life can throw in your way, but sometimes those million other things lead you right back to where you should be—in front of a computer clicking “Publish”.

It’s good to be back.

Ever since I was little my imagination has been beyond vivid.   It’s one of the main reasons I avoided watching scary movies as a child.  On at least one occasion I was given the choice to watch “Hellraiser” or go play by myself elsewhere.   As soon as “Pinhead” came out and tore the skin off some guy, I excused myself and bolted for another room.  A guy with a head full of needles was not a welcome addition to thoughts previously occupied by cartoons, talking animals, and imaginary friends.  That same attitude toward horror flicks as an adult hasn’t changed much from younger years.  I like seeing scary movies once in a while, but watching usually means severe nightmares for at least a couple days.  It’s a trade-off that’s not always worth losing sleep over.

Last Monday I received my latest movie pick from Netflix, a horror/thriller titled “Martyrs”, suggested on a table at Barnes & Noble with a large sign above it reading “Buzz Worthy” or something similar to that.  Basically, the movies on the table were saying, “Watch me.  I’m different.  I’m neat-o.”  I jotted down the movies that caught my eye and put them into my Netflix queue later that evening.  Then I waited.

My first mistake after “Martyrs” arrived was waiting until almost 11 pm to begin watching.  I kept telling myself to hold off until the next afternoon to watch during daylight, but no.   I just had to watch it that night—second mistake.  The third, and most detrimental mistake, was continuing to watch even after the director’s introduction included him saying, “…you may hate me for making this movie.”  Hate?  Perhaps a bit too strong.  When 4 am rolled around and I still couldn’t sleep can’t exactly say I loved the guy for making the movie, either.  Yes, that is FOUR-in-the-morning.  I wake up for work around six.  Any way you do the math makes for a very rough day.  To add to the trauma, I woke up somewhat in the middle of a dream thinking I would be kidnapped and taken to a subterranean building if I didn’t press a button to silence the alarm.  It’s not how I prefer to start out my day.

I can’t say whether or not I would recommend this movie to anyone else, but those with strong stomachs may be able to get past the gore to explore the story line.  It’s an interesting one, one that starts out in one direction only to end up almost in another genre.

More information on the actual movie can be found within the Internet Movie Database.  The comments/reviews written are also worth checking out to provide more insight into how graphic and controversial this film is.

If you’re wondering whether or not I would watch it again, my answer is, “Heck, no.”  I’m not even sure I should’ve watched it the first time.”

“Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’…into the fuuuture,” popped into my head before I even started typing.  Steve Miller’s chorus from “Fly Like an Eagle” embodies my feelings about all the different things I want to accomplish but end up postponing due to lack of time, one of which is posting at least a few blog entries per week.  My solution—themed days.  Does anyone have a suggestion for a quick weekly post?

Thoughts thus far include:  Music/Movie Monday, Sketch Saturday, Song Sunday, Macro (photo) Monday.

I asked a guy at work for any ideas after giving some examples.  His first question was, “Do they have to have the same letter?”  No, they don’t, but I do want it to be at least semi-catchy and to the point.

Postings for the next few days will contain all of the above suggestions, because trying to fit them into one entry would be way too long.  We’ll start with music.  My first pick is one of those songs that’s great for belting it all out—complete with dramatics, air instruments, and some awesome dance moves.  Plus, I love it from way back when MTV actually played music videos.

Without further ado, “HEY MOM! CAN WE GET SOME MEATLOAF?” Yes, you can.

The “-ish”:  If you’re confused about why this is being posted today despite having “Monday” in the title, it’s because I began typing on Monday and it took me until today to actually finish it.  That’s just the way it goes with two jobs and too many personal project to count, man.

Tonight he looked over at me with a smile and a nod signaling permission to approach the counter. Usually he works in the cafe area near the magazines, but today his duty was scanning purchases at the front of the bookstore.  I walked up to the Barnes & Noble cashier clutching the most recent issues of “Allure” and “Glamour“. He already knew me.