15 January 2018


I deleted all old podcasts posts because, well, they all sucked. Either in terms of quality or content. After years of the blog I had only about thirteen podcasts total and so my heart was perhaps not super into it. Or maybe it was but I did not know how to really manage the format to get the results I desired. I would listen to them later and found I just did not like them. Many were too long and rambling. I am not writing off the idea of doing some sort of podcast however. But ti will have a different approach if and when it returns. I will do a video styled podcast through Youtube (or even better through Internet Archives) and so in that style I can like some other people do and use some images to make the podcast a little more interesting. I may use Internet Archive as the video hosting service  simply to get away from the whole Youtube thing. I will never forget how one day I turned on an old Youtube account to find it all gone, removed by Google. The whole product for that account with no hope for recovering it. My heinous crime? Hosting a movie from the 1950's that had a passage of copyrighted music. 

Another aspects is that for the most part I seldom find myself listening to and enjoying other people's podcasts. Like mine, they rambled and strayed way off topic and showed little actual preparation and were way too long. To the tune of like two hours sometimes. I can barely watch a movie in one setting that is two hours much less listen to some podcast. However, I did find I liked podcasts or video casts or just videos that were no more than, lets say, eight minutes in length. A little longer than Stairway to Heaven, which is a song I never listen to anymore because I find it too long. I just skip to the guitar solo. But over all I find podcasts to be excruciatingly long and self indulgent.  Many people seem to lack a good voice or ability to improvise quickly. And I guess I fall in to that category myself. But I think a shorter format one a single topic (i.e. one movie review) can produce some more listenable results. It is certainly something I wold like to explore since I have the software and hardware and know places to host. But podcasts seem to be going the way of blogging in general.  Not dying off or vanishing, but morphing into something new that I may not like that much. Meaning they are to be experienced more on an iPhone or Android smart phone than on a home computer. I know my blog is culturally irrelevant and lacks any sort of redeeming qualities but I just feel i do not want it to be scrolled over and viewed  on an iPhone while killing time on bus or subway ride between taking selfies.  It might be shit but it is still the effort demands more attention than that or none at all. And by the looks of my hits the latter seems to be the option people are pursuing these days. 

But, lets wait and see. As well I want to return to simply writing things. I am watching lots of movies these days and not writing about any of them. Most I do not like but a few are pretty decent and some are just fun in an old school bad movie fashion. I like writing and I find it more therapeutic than doing podcasts. In any case, the old ones are all gone though I have my audio files still hosted at Internet Archives. I started to host some at Youtube with images and I got a couple thumbs downs and I said fuck this shit and took them down. Youtube for me has always sucked. I hosted some original music before. After like two years one song had four listens. Again, I said fuck this shit and removed them. I do not expect a million views of my original music projects but after two years to only see four made me feel like crap while videos of girls farting into phones is hot stuff. 

So lets see. Maybe, maybe not for the Uranium Cafe Podcast. If just two people say please Bill do it I will. Just two.

03 January 2018


I was looking through trailers of old Shaw Brothers films on YouTube late one dark and stormy  night and came cross this one for a film called The Oily Maniac, or 油鬼子 (you gui zi) in Chinese. (Okay, just showing off that I know a little Chinese. I am typically a pretty humble bastard). What struck me from the trailer ( I could not find the full movie) was the title and a couple scenes reminded me of a schlocky and disgusting movie I reviewed here a while back called The Greasy Strangler. In particular I noticed that in both films the maniac/strangler washed off in a drive-thru car wash. Have I uncovered something of significance here? Nah, probably not. The Greasy Strangler was revolting and this looks like just another goofy ass Shaw Brothers horror flick to watch for a good time only. In fact I think it is pretty sad I am able to draw a possible connection between two really obscure films few people in their right minds would even want to watch. Well anyway, I am gonna see if I can find the full Oily Maniac on YouTube and if I can’t maybe time to damage my good rating at Cinemageddon a little. Greasy and Oily, just the way I like my maniacs and stranglers.

31 December 2017


What he hell is an uber-chick and why do they annoy me so? Mind you I said they annoy me. They do not threaten me and my male values, whatever those are. Well an uber-chick is a chick, er, female, who can best any man at any of the traditionally manly deeds he does and can also kick his ass and the asses of his six or seven buddies and not even break a sweat doing it. She can shoot two handguns at the same time and her facial expression is typically frozen into a fixed and serious gaze. In other words the uber-chick is something that does not now or ever will exist, outside the dream world of cinema. My most recent experience with the uber-chick phenomenon was the insipid film Atomic Blonde. I could not finish the film and stopped after about thirty minutes. In it Charlize Theron plays a spy in Berlin at the time of the fall of the Berlin Wall. But that story is all wasted. It is not really a spy thriller. It is an action film and the action mostly centers on her kicking every dude’s ass in the film. Sometimes three or four at a time. And not guys like me, 60 years old and all out of shape guys, but men trained in hand to hand combat that out weigh her and can bench press more than she can. And as least as far as I could wacth the guys can’t land a punch on her. And when the dust settles she, in true uber-fashion, isn’t even huffing and puffing and walks off with the by now classic uber-chick fixed gaze. Hair barely ruffled and the guys all lay unconscious or unable to move on the ground.

Now, I must distinguish between what is a goofy ass uber-chick and what or who is not.

1) Selena from the Underworld films is not an uber-chick although her mannerisms incorporate some the classic uber-chick clichés. The fixed stare. The emotionless face. The ability to crush dumb men into the dirt. But, she is a vampire. She has supernatural powers. She can fight werewolves so beating the shit of mortal men would be no problem for her.

2) Supergirl is not an uber-chick. Nor is another superhero girl. Because they are, well, superheroes. Even the Black Widow, Natasha Romanov, is not an uber-chick because was injected with Russian super soldier serum.

3) Ripley from the Alien films is not an uber-chick. She is a badass female for sure but in fact she does not act like an uber-chick and has emotional and physical attributes that reflect a vulnerable, and therefore believable, nature at times. She shows fear and indecision. In the underrated Alien 3 there is a scene were several of the male prisoners are going to rape her. Even though Ripley is pretty tough there is nothing she can do and she tries to walk away but is overpowered and she basically has to give in. Until she is rescued by a male character. An uber-chick would have whooped all their asses and when the male character arrives and asks if she needed help she would have walked past him with a fixed gaze and maybe made some sort of anti-male condescending one liner.

So what are some attributes then an uber-chick possesses that makes her the badass bitch she is? (I think is it okay to use bitch in this context. Its meant in the flattering way bitch is sometimes used when women use it amongst each other.)

1) An uber-chick must not have super powers or supernatural powers. She is just a girl like any other girl. Someone any girl can be just by simply imaging that she that is and never even doing a single pushup in her entire life.

2) She must be better at the sort of things guys do. Playing pool. Basketball. Chess. Driving a car fast and recklessly. Fighting and shooting guns. Using logic and reason. And not only be better but she must humiliate guys with her prowess’s all through the film. Shame them. This makes the wanna be uber-girls in the audience feel much better and the guys with them feel like losers. And after all, aren't all chicks in fact uber-chicks and all men losers?

3) When she fights four to six guys she must dispatch them quickly and never lose her poise. She must look cool and statuesque at all times. She should have a lot of leather or black clothing on and if she is hit she must show no pain or have her hair or lipstick mussed up.

4) If she gets horny at some point and needs some self-serving sex the man must be a man who can ALMOST best her at fighting or killing. She must make the first move and after she has selfishly screwed him and given him the time of his life it is almost certain that the guy's character is doomed to die off in the next couple scenes. This will lead to a scene where the uber-chick gets a little weepy and shows she is a girl down deep inside after all. She shared her sacred vagina with this lowly man thing and now he is dead. She will prompt to snap out of it, after a short music montage most likely,  and wipe away the tears and exact fearsome justifiable revenge on the bad dudes who killed off her selected sperm donor.

5) If there is another uber-chick in the film, the bad girl, she must be equally badass but only less ethical and nice. In fact, the bad uber-chick but be down right evil in order that there be some contrast between her and the “good” uber-chick, who is actually not really too good or likable herself.

6) And she must be super hot and she must display her hot body by wearing tight leather attire with the chesty area all unzipped. She must not weigh too or be too muscular and she cannot look like her name might be Olga. In other words, she cannot really look like the type of woman who might be able to at least kick a man's ass in hand to hand combat so long as she is extensively martial arts trained and he is an old Woody Allen in a wheelchair.

I just find the whole badass chick phase to be tiring and boring. Obviously women love to see men kicked in the balls and humiliated anymore (and some guys like to see big girls in leather doing this to guys, like Robert Crumb fantasy stuff I guess) so this is not going to die out anyway soon. By what I have seen on Youtube some girls take this stuff seriously and seem to image they can fist fight men and beat them up. I guess they could… if the guy never hit back. Usually once he does that is the end of it.

Movies now have become simply too unbelievable. Films about vampires and Hobbits are fantasies ands one does not really believe in such things, and they relax, or try to, and watch the movie to escape from the real world for a while. The whole uber-chick thing is not really to pass itself as sheer fantasy. It is as if somewhere a band of chicks image they can actually beat ALL guys at basketball or karate and these stupid flicks only reinforce what they already believe. Of course vampires cannot turn into bats, but hell yea a 100 pound girly girl can kick the shit out of six Navy Seals. I think it is really low brow and I do not care how good the stylized green screen effects were in Atomic Blonde, I will not finish a totally stupid movie. Okay, now I need to go rewatch something more believable, like Ted V. Mikels’ Astro-Zombies.


21 December 2017


Peter builds up the courage to ask his secret crush if she wants to go to the homecoming dance
then go back back to his place and listen to Brown Sugar by 
The Rolling Stones (if MILFy Aunt May is out that is!). 
Its Foxy Brown as fucking Iron Man!
I am thinking that the new Marvel Spiderman movie, Homecoming, may well be my last marvel movie venture. The bottom line is simply I did not dig the disturbing politically correct twist to the story and characters. From white guys correcting white guys that it is not ‘cowboys and Indians” we played as little boys, but cowboys and Native Americans, to Peter Parker being smitten with a girl “of color” and every other character being Asian or Indian (dot, not feather, Indian) I just got burned out with the obviously left-wing, SJW agenda laden direction that the story line is taking and will continue to take, I assume, as it unfolds. I tried my best to accept Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury but just never could as Nick Fury was one of my all favorite Marvel characters, especially as rendered by Jim Steranko. Of course, this confirms I am nothing but a seething White Supremacist Neo-Nazi I. I always suspected it and tried to hide the truth from myself, but the whole Nick Fury deal brought it all to the surface I guess. But this is all tip of the iceberg stuff for me I guess as I struggle with the odd direction Marvel has gone with its Ultimate Universe stories, but as well I am not happy with issues outside Marvel movie, such as the current 007 should be a black guy debate or with odd recasting of old stores with either a black guy in the lead role (like the Magnificent Seven), or worse that a woman can replace a role traditionally held by a white dude (again, the 007 “Jane” Bond debate or that Thor is now a chick, or that Iron Man is a fifteen year old black girl).

I used to collect Marvel superhero comics from about 1969 to about 1975 or so. Bought every hero title and packed them away in little plastic bags with cardboard backs when I was finished. I also bought the horror comics and western comics and had a few DC titles and even romance comics as well. I guess I stopped buying comics after the prices went up and up more and more. I used to save my 50 cents a day lunch money and go to the convenient store with the spinning comic book rack or news stand and could buy 6 titles for a buck, get a black and white comic mag or two for under a dollar and still have enough left for a coke, bag of Taco flavored Doritos and a packaged pecan pie. Ah, the halcyon days of yore indeed. Later I just sort of grew out of superhero comics but still flipped through the titles at the stores as years went by. I do not feel I hold the characters in any sort of reverence and really on many levels could care less. But there is something else about all of this that annoys me.

Peter mulls over the strange realization that he is the only white guy in his entire high school. 

The issue seems to be the seething hatred towards, well, white guys and anything remotely traditional or conservative in American and Western culture in general any more. Mind you I live in China and have for almost 15 years. I will touch on that towards the end of this article because that certainly affects my outlook and perspective. I saw the film American Assassin and it was a mediocre action flick at best, but I noticed how, at the beginning anyway, the bad guys were Muslim extremists. Wow, what a stretch that is, right? And I got curious about how some reviews might take this and sure enough the film was panned for being Islamophobic, patriotic and (worst of all it seems) had a “white guy” as the hero. I can’t recall how many times I saw the term “white guy” typed out and I could just see the eyes of the angry female writer rolling up into her head as she banged on the keyboard in rage, from in the confines of her safe space,  that the evil patriarchal society around her will not just go away. However, Hollywood in the end blew it for me in the film by falling back onto the storyline that the ultimate bad guy was not in a fact a Muslim guy, but was the most evil kind of guy there is in the world. And that would be a white guy of course. Yet another Hollywood “terrorist” flick where the villain is in fact a right wing American, an ex-soldier who has become disillusioned with the evil empire of Amerika. But the fact that the good guy is white and a few bad guys are dark skinned and Middle Eastern is beyond reason and America should be ashamed for even releasing such a film. Why, how will the rest of the world look as us now?

Not the new Thor chick but suitable
for this article. Makes the point.
Well so it goes you know. And I just feel like it is all so stupid. I just saw a trailer for an action/horror movie called Annihilation with Jennifer Jason Leigh (whom I typically admire) where the cast of adventurers is all female on a girly-girl mission to rescue the guys. You knows, guys are dumb and useless and get captured so easily, so the girls have to go get them out of trouble... again. And I think it all hit me then. We must have more and more people of color and females and less and less of white dudes not only in films and comics but in life itself. And if as a white guy I disapprove of this then I am a hate filled honky. I do not think I am but I am sure there would be plenty of people who would say not so, since I feel it is okay to keep Nick Fury and 007 as white guys. Thor should have always balls and not boobs. You can have a comic book called Iron Girl, but you cannot call it Iron Man unless it is Tony Stark. Ms. Marvel does not have to be a teenaged Muslim girl. Yu can make a new superhero for a teenage Muslim girl. You can call it, hmmm, Jihad Girl or something. As Yaphet Kotto (from Live and Let Die) said, 007 is white and you can make a new secret agent and call him (or fucking her or whatever fucking pronoun de jour you choose) 006 or 008. Is it wrong to have black superheroes? No and there should be more. Can women have super powers? Yes, and in comics they long have. Can a Muslim teenage girl be a superhero? Well, no. But you can revive the old female heroes or black heroes or better yet, create new and maybe cooler and better ones. You do not have to make Spiderman half black and Hispanic or make Thor a chick or Captain America black. Again, is it okay to have a black superhero, yes, but it is also okay to have a white superhero, or white guy action hero. There is nothing wrong with 007 being white and staying white. It does not represent something evil. Is it okay to have a black 007? No. It is not. Make a new black hero. That is okay too. Better maybe. Why this instance on tearing things down? Is white washing an issue in films? Sure. The Ghost in the Shell movie was ruined by putting Scarlett Johansson in the lead role, that should have been a Japanese character. The new Mulan live action film by Disney should only be an Asian female. But a white woman or a black woman. It is okay to have certain races play certain roles, even if that race is white. 

I brought up earlier that I live in China and have for a decade and a half. I just want to point something out. This obsession with diversity and no borders and all of that is a phenomenon found only in a handful of Western nations (and Australia) that traditionally can be said to be thought of as “white nations”. China, for just one example, has no immigration policy or, despite the wealth it is always bragging about, assist refugees to the tune of practically zero percent. It donates some obligatory amount to an international fund and there is debate over that even. There is and always has been a total ban on travel from Muslim countries here and the total amount of foreigners living here at any given time (all foreigners of all colors and cultures) is around a half million people. In a country of almost 1.5 billion people you have about 600,000 foreigners. And this is true of the entire world actually except for about a dozen or so countries. Nobody here is fighting to have more white people or black people in the soap operas they show on TV, or to have more diversity in the films here and the one time it happens with Zhang Yimou’s The Wall (featuring white dude Matt Damon) it is a shit storm of “white washing” history. There are no groups of people here chanting NO BORDERS. It is a total homogenous culture with no intention of ever changing that. This diversity thing isn't even a pipe dream to 99% of the world. They don't want none of it.

The real Mary Jane/MJ. 
All American chick.
Do we want that for America? Of course not. America is more awesome than that. But one does not have to go to the total polar opposite either. I refuse to partake in any of it though as far as Hollywood or Marvel comics and the like goes. Diversity means straight, white guys who salute the flag and believe in the Christian God are okay too. And it is okay that Peter Parker falls in love with a member of his own race and that Mary Jane remain a feisty satirical red headed white girl, like she was in the old Johnny Romita drawn comic books, not some America hating smart ass chick of some dubious ethnic background. God I hated this girl. I will not see Annihilation because I want to see a guy on the team, not a bunch of phony girls being “badass”. In closing I see some similarity to what is happening here with the old days of Blaxploitation films, where white guys wrote and directed films for black “folks” in order to tap into that ticket buying market. Like Blacula, Shaft and Supefly. The people running the scenes at Marvel or the big film companies may be Social Justice Warriors, but they are still white and rich (and mostly guys) and they are the ones writing the stories for their own delusional liberal white agendas. When you read a comic book or see a movie where the world is turned upside down it is ran by woman or people of color it is being produced by a bunch of white guys. We’ll say 90% of the team. And you know, I just read that the new Ice Man is now gay, so lets not even go there.

The unreal Mary Jane. MJ the SWJ.
Burn America to the ground chick. 

16 December 2017


One of the most disappointing things about some newer films is sitting down to watch what you have read or heard will be a fairly passable horror film only have something like The Void tossed in your face like a bowl of rancid sauerkraut. Most reviews I had read seemed to talk about how this one harkened back to the cool practical effects laden John Carpenter styles flicks of the 80’s. Well, while the 80’s had it fair share and then some of bad films they were still in the end more entertaining than this mess, even the ones that had Klaus Kinski in them. It is mostly a bunch of people all holed up and an old hospital (thus creating your obligatory claustrophobic environment) all yelling and screaming at each other (thus creating your tense and dramatic moods) who have to fend off what appears to a Satanic branch of the KKK outside the hospital and keep from being killed by all sorts of slimy monsters from the inside. Sure, some of the monsters looked kind of cool, but not cool enough to compensate for all the shaky ass camera work and poor actors delivering poor dialog while trudging through the lackluster story line. I will be honest, I had to stop watching it after about 15 minutes do to the shaky cam work. I hate that shit. I did skim over the movie to get to the end and watched a few scenes here and there and later discovered online I was not the only one who had to resort to this method to at least half ass justify writing this “review” of the film. The movie stokes my ire all the more because of the plethora of praise online the film gets. Oh it played at this or that film festival and blah blah blah and who gives a damn. 

Speaking of John Carpenter (someone’s whose films I mostly like and The Thing remake is perhaps my favorite horror movie of all time) he said elsewhere, talking about all the bad horror movies we have to wade through these days, that there have always been bad horror movies, even in the 80’s, along with the good ones. Well, duh. The problem nowadays I feel is just the sheer volume of drek that is slamming viewers and that often sucks us in with alluring tag lines and cool "retro" styled  posters (like this one). It seems to never end. The lies and deceit. Even the old straight to video schlock of 90’s seems watchable in comparison. Well almost. That’s stuff sucked too. But it sucked and we all knew it sucked and no one lied about it. The filmmakers (like Charles Band and Lloyd Kaufman) knew it all sucked and it was done tongue in cheek. Some films played it serious and came out cool and campy. But all of this stuff like the void is, like modern music, lacking in some sort of fundamental sincerity of purpose. It is going to rely on post production trickery to make it marketable to the lowest common denominators of society (like myself I guess) and have members of the obscure cast and crew go onto IMDb and write bullshit 10 star reviews about it. I am beginning to realize a horror movie actually needs something called a budget after all and at least a few actors who have done something other than a few TV commercials or porn movies in their spotty careers. Lead actor Aaron poole is supposed to have some sort of TV pedigree but he was utterly boring and trying way too hard, and he was a s good as it gets here. Avoid the void.

11 October 2017


I wonder if anybody else out there ever went through a phase like I did, where they totally thought stuff like old Japanese exploitation type films were super arty and superior. They were all collectively cult classics and only a superior human being could appreciate them, someone with a higher intellect and exquisitely refined taste. Then after watching a couple hundred of these things you begin wondering to yourself, halfway through some storyline lacking but nicely shot  black and white Japanese film loaded with gratuitous nipple shots and white panties galore, "what the fuck is this garbage!?" 

This reaction is often from pathetic people who have been brainwashed by a country based around a profit driven corporate mentality (not Japan of course) into thinking that some big budget Hollywood film with a coherent story line and good acting and production values is better than some grainy ass film school experiment featuring girls with hairy arm pits. The same morons also think a hamburger and chili cheese fries is better grub than cold rice rolled up in seaweed and stuffed with raw fish. Losers. What do they know? But in the end we all know these films are in fact better, because they are usually loaded with lots of cute topless Japanese girls in underwear and that's what good film making has anyways been about in the end. (NOTE: Of course there are great films from Japan, especially from the late 50's to early 70's, and I have seen many, many. Of both the good and bad variety. Not all the films on this list are actually all that bad and a couple are almost kind of good. I just need to make that clear.)

09 October 2017


Sometimes what a blog needs is weird drawings and paintings of nekked women with squids ravaging their genitalia. I'm telling you. People are sick of long winded movie exposes and analysis. God knows I am. Give me Euro-trash lesbian vampire art and women being seduced by slimy ghouls any day.  Sadly, these sorts of posts become my big draws in terms of traffic. I actually would like to do a nice, brainy (half-brainy anyway) movie review or genre article. But when zombie rape cartoons are guaranteed to draw 10x the traffic with no actual writing or thinking involved on my part who I am to argue with what the masses want. 

28 May 2017


Getting ready to give this Vincent Price classic from the 70's a rewatch and felt some poster sharing was in order. Surely one of the roles he is most associated with and this and the sequel are just great, fun movies to check out. Lush looking, a little funny in spots and and more than a bit freaky at times. Men have their faces "shredded"off by vegetarian fruit bats (Flying Foxes)! 

21 May 2017


I really feel more and more I am reaching the end of the line for this little blog, although I am unwilling to pull the plug just yet. I have reached a place where only one of two things will happen, I will find some solution to the problem or just walk away from it all. I think it is okay that one loses the drive for things he was once passionate for, especially when the object of that passion starts to become more of an albatross around his neck than a source of motivation and inspiration. That being said, it is also doable that he can change his mind set and approach to what he has been doing and then sit back and see if that helps. You can see this in musicians who get older, who still make music but not the type they once made, often to the chagrin of their fans. There was a time that writing articles about cult and horror movies consumed me and drove me. I fought to maintain the blog from inside China where Blogger is blocked and there is no such culture here that supports horror movies and comic books. You may think there is, but there is not. But I fought and in my opinion churned out a fairly decent blog and had plans for more and more stuff, but a few things happened along the road and I just got more and more cynical and jaded about the whole fucking charade. 

I used to join all the blog clubs and host the gadgets and widgets and banners on my sacred sidebar. I used to sport my post visit tracker and links to my RSS feeds (remember RSS feeds and howe people actually followed them?) with pride. I gave replies to comments that were nearly posts in themselves. I used to leave a short positive comment on other people's posts if I liked them. Shit, I used to actually read other people's blogs. But in truth a couple weird exchanges with some assholes back when I was open to collaborating with other bloggers, the continued lack of comments or feedback, the shift from people sitting at a computer (as I am now) and browsing the Internet to people scrolling down a goddamned mobile device and my own dropping of all social media involvement (my Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr and Google + accounts have all been totally deleted) and my sudden lack of concern over comments or hits has put me in a strange place. And I can see it can either be a positive or negative thing. But probably negative knowing my "the glass is half empty" approach to life. Let me explore that a bit.

I am just going to post what I want (within the undulating context of the blog theme) and be damned with the results. My last three posts are an obit type thing (maybe my first and last of that style) and a couple Mexican comic book cover art posts. Coming up will be a Youtube video type category that will replace my stupid ass podcast. I will try to post something almost everyday, even if it is just a photo or gif, rather than wait until I get around to doing a big movie review. I do what I do and so mote be it.

I also removed an sort of gadget for Followers or that tracked visits here. I have gained about two new Followers over the last two years, taking my stagnant 150 all the way to 152. Why would I want to look at that? I may even disable comments if I remain annoyed at my lack of them. If people do not wish to leave them then I do not wish to receive them. It seems that that is how it is with many blogs these days. People skim and sample from their Galaxies or iPhones and do not have the inclination to leave a comment. I can understand it. But it still sucks and if the lack of comments or interaction aggravates me I may just take that concern off the table and blog for no other reason than I enjoy doing it for myself. I appreciate the traffic the site still gets, even after I have removed all social media linkings (Facebook, Twitter, Google + and all that) and I thank the people who drop in. I love you. But in the end it is ultimately it can become self defeating to want to have something and never get it. But in the end that is not the ultimate reason I do the blog. What is that reason? I dunno, neurosis maybe. And is there any better reason to labor away at something no one gives a hoot about but yourself?

NOTE: After this post I decided to set the restrictions on my comments to a place where they will basically disabled. I see no reason to have comments enables at this time. I think it only prevents me from wanting to blog more. If you like the content awesome and thank you. If you tried to leave a comment but could not I am truly sorry. I am not a misanthrope. But one comment every four or five months, maybe,  is not worth the effort of clicking on the little comment section button to check.