Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Monday, April 29, 2019

It's entirely possible that by the time this post hits air, I will have been spoiled - accidentally or intentionally (and God help the human garbage that falls into the second category) - on Avengers: Endgame. I would sincerely hate for this current society of people letting their asshole flags fly to get off on ruining things for the patient.

I don't have the energy to post a gif or the patience to look for the right one. Just...keep it to yourselves. In what universe is this impossible to do?

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Friday, April 26, 2019

While watching Darren build the makeshift nail gun in Sudden Death, I found myself reminded of a scene from a movie where a guy builds an apparatus for his arm that could make a gun spring out of his shirt sleeve into his hand. I can't trust my memory like I used to, but I'm sure the device backfired (as in the gun flew out of his sleeve and away from him). I know it was a movie I saw for the first time in the last year or so. I hate when this happens.

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Saturday, April 20, 2019

This year's 'Eat Like You're High (for People Who Don't Get High) Day' was fair. A buffet from Wegmans and various chocolate-based pastries is something of a far cry from lobster and waffles, but still good.

Funnily enough, I'd planned to eat healthier for Lent, but one can only imagine how that went. Still, I should try harder, if only because I want to be around to eat in the future. Hey, goals are goals, no matter how stupid.

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Monday, April 15, 2019

Okay.

All I'm saying is that people look at him like he's a god. He's not a god and he's not Anthony Fremont. He is a man and physically fallible.

Heroes walk among us every day and we don't even realize it. Who's it gonna be?

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Thursday, April 04, 2019

Apparently, there's a new "Twilight Zone" series on CBS Access. For $5.99 a month, one can see these newer episodes, shepherded by none other than Jordan Peele. The reviews, so far, have been mixed, but an idea popped into my head at work that could (in my view, anyway) really take advantage of the format and really be an update of the original series.

Let's hope that my submission is looked at with more fondness than some of those for the 1960s series. Ouch.

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