Sideshow Toys’ series of The Fifth Element bobbleheads has just redeemed itself. It needed redeeming because who the hell wants bobbleheads? They’re stupid. But there is one character in that film that actually works perfectly as a bobblehead. I give you… a Mondoshawan!
Coming out Oct 2007.
There’s something pleasant about waking up and realizing that a feeling that was within you as you slept has carried forward into consciousness, and that the feeling is that you (I mean I) want to be making love. And by “making love” I really mean romantically, not just fucking. This wasn’t a biological feeling, this was emotional. Feeling like your sex would also be expressing love, that’s nice. It felt rare. I guess the reason it felt rare is because usually one wants to make love (not just fuck) when one is in love with someone, and at the moment I am not with anyone. I am single, so I have no one to dream about love with. Of course I can think about having sex with people I am not in love with, I assume everyone does. Sex for the sake of satisfying the biological drive we all feel, that makes us want to fuck and be kinky while we’re at it (so we can at least claim some originality as we submit ourselves to an innate drive over which we have no say), can be had when one is simply on good terms with someone. But the less common feeling of feeling sex that would also express love, that was nice to have a sense of, tonight.
This is something I am amazed to report. My toe is starting to do really good. I think my body has finally recognized the mosaic planar wart on my little toe as an invader, and is killing it. There is natural skin where once there was wart, and where there is wart, there are what look like dark little bruises of dead wart tissue.
The daily (sometimes twice daily) topical application of the natural herb remedy “Wart Wonder” under a bandage is doing a phenomenal job of getting the outer layers of the skin to flake off (well, the Wart Wonder liquid saturates the skin and then every couple of days I rub the saturated skin off by lightly rubbing scissors across it — and then furiously washing the scissors in the sink with the hope I’ll soon be able to throw them and their germs away). And then I augment this by freezing the wart skin that remains stuck to my good skin. All I know is that good flesh is starting to appear underneath the wart flesh, and the wart flesh is starting to come off and stay off.
I am amazed. If I die in a plane crash on my way to visiting my parents it will be really a shame, because look, wart almost healed!
I always liked the album Mood Swing by The Nails. I had it on vinyl in 1984. It’s infamous for never having made it to cd, and the band never went anywhere. But it is on cd now, and is available from CDBaby. I’m not saying it is a good album in terms of being particularly musical. It’s got some lines that I thought were clever back in 1984.