Terror of the MANEATER

When my brother, whom I shall call “Patrick” (because that is his name), and I were wee lil’ lads, we took the title to the Hall & Oates song “Maneater” literally. It terrified us. Well, it terrified me. I don’t want to speak for Patrick. He seemed like he was as scared as I was at the concept of a monster that will “chew you up,” but maybe not… Maybe Patrick was just playing along so as not to make his big brother feel embarrassed or shamed for fearing a pop song. I can’t say for sure, but, to my recollection, we both were at least a little afraid, maybe playfully so, of this song…

And meanwhile, our grandma, who was lovingly codenamed by her grandkids “Bobba,” had a creepy (to us anyway) pillow in her basement that was, if I remember correctly, round and kind of shaped like a lion’s face. This wasn’t it, but this is the closest picture of a similar lion-face kinda pillow I could find…

Okay, yeah, so… no. The lion pillow in the picture above is not scary. The real one, in my memory, was a little patchier, with a more angular and ferocious, less sleepy-time design. Still, it was a pillow shaped like a lion’s face. It was on a couch in our Bobba and Granddaddy’s basement.

Patrick and I used to, or, at least, at one point, would use the pillow as a mask and chase each other around, the pillow-masked one being the “Maneater.” Funny, running-around times based upon a pop song and a lion pillow and a couple of weirdo kids.

“Maneater.” Pop song about a lady who can rip a fella’s world apart with her womanly wiles and lady parts? Or a monster with a lion face that literally consumes men, chewing up their flesh? Different, meanings, different contexts… all terrifying.

Indeed, the song still kind of gives me the heebie jeebies. Now, however, in the interest of complete honesty, as I am wont to do in this blog-thing, I find I am afraid of the song for the legitimate lyric-based reasons, as the “Maneater” described, while not a flesh-eating monster as I once believed, is still a frightening being to me… really, a combo of both enters my head when I hear this song… which is more often than you might assume, as I think Hall & Oates are awesome.

Why do I think this? Because it is the truth. Hall & Oates are indeed awesome.

So Much Sporting

Lots of sportings have been going on lately.

Balls are being kicked into nets in the World Cup; balls were just being bounced and thrown into baskets in the NBA playoffs; and somewhere, even though I’ve seen and heard very little about it, pucks were being hit with sticks in the Stanley Cup.

So much competition. So much sporting. I hear various people yelling and getting excited in the apartments. So many words are written and shouted and chanted about such sports. Passion. Excitement.Passitement.

Earlier today at work, people packed the food court at lunch time, not to eat the lasagna and grilled veggies being served, no, but to watch the World Cup on BOTH of the television sets in there. (The lasagna and veggies were darn tasty, too, though.)

And just moments ago, my roommate was losing his mind in his room, yelling at the screen as the Los Angeles, CA Lakers narrowly defeated the Bostonian Celtics of Boston in the NBA Playoffs. He was more into it than I was into the season finale of CHUCK, which is saying something, as it included a cover of Jon Bon Jovi’s “Blaze of Glory” among other things I love and enjoy.

It’s madness, this sportingly love. And I wish I could be a part of it. Seems like fun, but, as with video games, I just don’t get into sports like I wish I did. People love ’em, live ’em, and lovey-love ’em, and I just… I dunno. I really feel like I’m missing out. Maybe I need to become more competitive. Or excitably in that joyful, fist pumping way. I dunno. I really do wish I could get all fired up like these sporting fans do about the sports and the whatnot.


What A Mess

There is a lot of news in the world, and, honestly, I don’t pay attention to most of it. Fictional stories, be they on television or on the movie screen or in books or in comics, are used to take up most of my brain. One might say this is kind of unfortunate, as, while fiction has kept me entertained and helped keep my goofy brain from attacking me with annoying thoughts, there this a whole darn world filled with events and goings on and people and things and stuff out there. A lot is happening in this world, and I live on this world, so I should know what the heck is up, right?

This lead to me turning on CNN every morning instead of DOCTOR WHO DVDs before leaving for work as well as listening to NPR instead of rock ‘n roll while driving to said work. While I’ve always been obstensibly liberal and figure we should take care of the environment and each other and various other kind of “bleeding heart” beliefs like that, I thought I should learn a bit more about what it all might mean kinda sorta.

After a few weeks of news watching, my vague political views make even more sense to me than before… I mean, okay, I still rarely understand what’s going on, but the left is still where I lean.

Left, right, or middle, though… holy crap is the world a mess.

For fifty-eight days I’ve been hearing about an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. At first it was a tragic explosion that took the lives of eleven men. That’s horrible, yet it somehow continues to get worse as the magnitude of what’s resulting from that explosion becomes clearer. BP’s drilling snafu is spilling oil out into the ocean, but not that much. No worries. That’s what I first heard. Now, almost two months later, it’s the greatest environmental disaster in the USA’s history. As I type this, President Obama is meeting with BP big wigs for the first time over who is going to pay for all this attempted clean up. It’s a mess.

And there’s more?

Six earthquakes in Indonesia last night? Yeah, just saw about that as I was typing, and– Oh, one in Alaska, too. And there was flooding in Oklahoma yesterday. And a big ol’ Jesus statue was struck by lightening in Ohio! JESUS! And it’s not just all environmental or spiritual — turns the economy is in the toilet, too! Yeah, mm hm. I mean, I mean, I mean.. so much is happening, and… oh crap… did you know we’re in, like, TWO wars???

And I STILL don’t understand the freaking stock market!

Part of me wants to go back to DOCTOR WHO and rock ‘n roll in the morning. Just shut my brain off from all of this. Won’t make it go away, though.

So, I’m getting informed. Now what? What can I do as kinda middle class, absurdly in debt, fairly lazy dreamer who really just wants to write funny books and watch the TV when I’m not sleeping?

I guess that’s the next step…

Where Have I Been???

Boy oh boy, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted on this site. WHO do I think I am? WHAT have I been doing? WHEN will I start writing more regularly? WHERE have I been? And WHY have I been WHERE ever I’ve been and WHAT was I doing there and WHO was I with? There are several theories, but I’m not sure if any of them are true…

1. In the over two months since I wrote my last post, I just started living like a rockstar. For no logical reason, as I am not, in fact, a star of rock. Irregardless, the regular sociatal norms ceased to pertain to me, which lead to booze (okay, cough syrup), drugs, leather pants, and some unbelievable karate adventures.

2. I decided to give back to my community. Unfortunately, instead of behaving like a regular human, perhaps volunteering at a soup kitchen or cleaning the side of a highway or building some houses, I figured my best contribution would be to become a costumed vigalante. This has to do probably with my love of comics and lack of brain logic. I’ve just now been released from the ICU. Sadly, those punks still got that old lady’s purse. And my “Super D.J.” costume is a damn mess.

3. A steady stream of Kraft Mac & Chee. Just shoveling that stuff in my maw for two damn months. Overdose on orange cheese powder. The amount of margerine in my bloodstream is unheard of, and I’m lucky to be alive. If can you call this mac & cheese delirium living.

4. All of the above.

5. None of the above.

Yeah, I’m keeping it all mysterious like. One things for sure, though: I need to redesign this site some. It’s so ugly. Another thing’s for sure, though, also: redesigning my little-known website would be such a waste of time when there are so many more productive things I should be doing. (Comic book pitches, Ninja Poetry Book writing, weapons training, gold lamé pants shopping.)

But I just wanted to check in, since I’m still paying for this URL and all that. Maybe next time I’ll write about SOMEthing.