I'd love for some little theater to run all three of these as a triple-feature, but most likely, I'll end up watching all three by myself in the living room and going into convulsions over my love for them. They may seem random, but all three fit perfectly with each other, as all pertain to damaged/intense familial/intimate relationships:









I listen to the soundtrack for Savage Streets on a regular basis. Linda Blair's sister (the poor, deaf/mute gal in the gym) in the film is portrayed by Linnea Quigley and as I love to continually repeat: I OWN AN AUTOGRAPHED PIECE OF LINNEA QUIGLEY'S TOILET.

I watched this film a couple months ago, by impulse as it was playing on Encore Action. I planned on hammering out a thorough review of Fierce People, but I'm too tired for that at the moment.

Instead, I feel like typing about 1988's Dead Heat, mainly because it damn near broke my brain on the first viewing and watching it again on youtube isn't helping.
( Not only that, but if you multiply the population of Rhode Island by the square root of my ex-wife's weight... )

I developed a crush on her when I was in middle school. Of course, I didn't recognize it as such at that point, I just knew she was yet another blonde woman who made me feel all funny (Daryl Hannah, Kate Capshaw, and Kim Basinger were the others). It was around the time she was painting using her body was the brush, and then subsequently posed in Playboy.

I've watched Saturn 3 so many times for her:


Not even Rex Reed/Raquel Welch could resist her, as seen in Myra Breckinridge:



And of course, Logan's Run (complete with the perfection of young Michael York):


Farrah Fawcett, to me, was the embodiment of the '70s female (her male counterpart would most certainly be Burt Reynolds). In that entire decade, no one could top her.

I can never approve of Ryan O'Neal, but he has redeemed himself somewhat by standing by her throughout this entire ordeal.

Today totally sucks, guys.


Yes, I have determined that this early in the morning.

I have a fantastic creative urge.

I cannot share what it is yet, as I'd like for it to be a surprise.

Until then, here is a picture of two of my fictional girlfriends, Zoe Saldana and Dania Ramirez (the other two are Rosario Dawson and Moon Bloodgood):

Coincidentally, they are ZQ's BFFs. Therefore, by knowing him, I'll get closer to them. Win-win scenario!

Me: "They're like water wings."
Robert: "What?"
Me: "Water wings. They're inflatable and little kids wear them when they swim so they don't drown."
We then found the notion of drowning children funny so we both started to laugh.




I have no idea what my brain's doing to me.

WATCHMEN IS OUT ON DVD, JULY 21!

162 MINUTES OF AWESOME! SO MUCH OZYMANDIAS!




















The only bullshit is Rorschach hogging the dvd cover.

SOMEHOW A TINY RUSSIAN FOUND HIS WAY INTO MY S/U.



THIS STORY IS TOTALLY PLAUSIBLE BTW, AS WE LEARNED.



DON'T HATE, SPOCK.

THE BOY CAN'T HELP IT.

ALSO, I WAS LIKE THISWHILE READING.

I have an immense love/hate for Eli Roth.

I want him to plow me into the next century, but on the other hand, I want to kill him.


GODDAMMIT.

I want to be his BFF and help him find a nice man.

I'll have to post pictures of ZQ wearing one of his beloved v-neck shirts and hula-hooping.