#390 – War, the Movie
Yeah, so War, well…it’s a bit ridiculous. I guess that is to be expected, considering the two head-to-head starpunchers are Jason Statham and Jet Li. I might re-watch it, one day, possibly before 2017 hits, just to have my mind blown again, but it isn’t really a pressing matter at the moment. Still, I like the Transporter dude, despite him being the same dude in every film ever. He could’ve starred in Mamma Mia! and I’d have gone to watch it so long as he yelled, kicked ass, and punched out Pierce Brosnan for singing off key. Granted, that’s the only way I’d see such a film ever, but that’s just how I roll.
And now, for everyone’s enjoyment (and to appease my sanity), my to-do list:
Light rewrite on “The Lady of Jeweled Dreams”
- Finish “Five Meals in a Barlorian Five-Star Restaurant”
- Finish “Space Forbid” and think of a much much better title for the piece
- Write something for the newly announced Cinema Spec: Tales of Hollywood and Fantasy anthology, the followup to Sporty Spec: Games of the Fantastic where y’all can find my tale of futuristic horseracing “The Sport of Kings”
Complete the contract from Fictitious Force for “Imaginary Puissance” and write up less than 250 words about the story itself (eep!)
- Draw the third page for Fortuitous Twist
- Draw a short comic about time travel for the Undoomed zine’s first issue
- Get caught up here at MyLifeComics-land
- Renew my car insurance
- Call about getting a new coupon book from my student loan people since they seem to love to forget to send me a new one when the time rolls around for a new one to be sent, jerks
Mmm, that’s actually quite small compared to previous versions. Yay? Yup, yay.
Oh, and remember that little naked baby swimming for a dollar on the cover of Nirvana’s Nevermind some seventeen years back? Well, he’s all grown up now.
Snapple Real Facts #107: You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.
Take up your arms
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We’ll leave our tracks untraceable now
– “Sons and Daughters” by The Decemberists