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Okay, so I rate my movies and television programs by what I’ve come to call The Cheezewhiz Meter… in brief, movies and television programs get a rating that can range from a “10th Level of Hell” score or TOTAL Cheezewhiz, to a “OMG THAT WAS AWESOME” which is more like a really nicely, aged Brie…

In any event, I’m sitting here watching yet one more movie based on the 12-21-2012 Mayan prophecy of the apocalypse, with Dale Midkiff, Amy Dolenz, and a variety of other B actors I’ve never seen before, and I’m thinking to myself in the first 15 minutes, “well, shit, this is gonna be 90 minutes of my life I’ll never get back but what the hell” given that I still have work to do tonight, and need some time to turn my brain off and spud out before I even try to finish that.  No before I go on to riff this particularly movie within an inch of its ridiculous life, I have to say Amy Dolenz looks just like Mickey, sadly has none of the talent as far as I can see… pfffft… Dale Midkiff, you know he’s an odd duck in my book because I’ve always found him attractive, but he’s clearly far better off just standing there looking pretty than trying to really stretch his acting chops because he just does not really have them to stretch.

So having said that on to the review of 2012: The End Of The World. Okay, for starters, LMAO at the title, but I don’t think it was meant to be funny.  This movie is a freakin’ riot, in spectacular, Cheezywhiz fashion.  Whoever wrote this, was not only drinking the Kool-Aid, but they were mainlining it, along with the Elmer’s… and yet, they managed to get produced and made into a movie, which calls in to question what criteria some production companies are using to in development of treatments but that’s a blog for another day.  Anyways, whoever wrote this movie pulled out the Good Book, dusted it off, turned to Revelations and pretty much wrote characters around each entry, and not really in a good way… every cliche is trotted out IN ORDER, and if you’re not Christian or Catholic, basically Revelations are all the Brimstone warnings about what the Apocalypse is gonna be like when God really gets fed up with our shit, and decides to pull the plug on the whole mess.  However, Revelations happen in a certain order, and I’ll be damned if this movie is not unfolding in the same way as Revelations was written.  It’s actually astonishing, because I’m  sitting here in riotous laughing fits, but having flashbacks to parochial school and the nuns, so it’s making me rather twitchy because I haven’t had scary nightmares of Sister Mary Whatsherface since I was 12 and I get the feeling I might have one tonight.  ACK.   In any event, I’ll say this much for the writers and producers of this flick, in typical B movie fashion, there has to be some gratuitous  T&A, and the chick they got playing the part of the Mayan’s version of the Virgin Mary, has a really bad boob job, not that you can see her boobs anywhere but through the dress she’s wearing but for fuck sake, if your boobs are hovering around your clavicle, you got a problem – FYI chickie no matter what the Tijuana, bargain basement doctor who did them tells you, they are most certainly NOT supposed to be up that high… if you’re jumping rope or jogging and they can literally bounce up and knock you out cold from blunt force head trauma THEY ARE UP TOO HIGH!!!!!!!!!!

RATING:   CHEEZIEST OF WHIZ

Redeeming Quality:  Anyone who has been to parochial school will get a good laugh revisiting some of the best written parts of the Bible that probably were fodder for many a sleepless night when you actually were too young to interpret it all any other way but verbatim.  Also, I got a good long laugh when my surround sound kicked in and scared the HUA HUA out of Freeway my Chi… I keep forgetting how small this house is compared to the other place, I’m betting you could hear the surround sound three zipcodes over… pffft…

For the benefit of those you your reading who are not Christian, Catholic or have the Bible handy to read Revelations, let me give you some of the highlights of this movie:

1.  California is the first place to go. This particular part is not exactly in Revelations, per se, but apparently the Almighty hates California as much as the rest of us do (I live in California and even I’m over it), so in typical B movie fashion, California is sinking into the ocean AFTER it gets torn asunder by a massive earthquake (no irony there) AND gets set on fire.  Very imaginative, not so much… pffft.

2.   Its snowing in the middle of summer?  Again, I don’t believe this is exactly, per se, in Revelations, but in the big scheme of catastrophes I guess this is right up there with #1.

3.   The earth has abruptly stopped rotating on its axis.  Again, not exactly in Revelations, but I’m thinkin’ that if that were to happen, #1 and #2 wouldn’t be too far behind.

4.  The Rapture.  Suddenly half the B roll cast disappears 3/4 of the way into the movie, THIS is in the Bible and presumably God is going to Rapture (take to heaven any and all who he deems worthy to be there for varied reasons) and the rest of us get to take our chances with the Big Bad that is Lucifer and deal with famine, pestilence, and assorted nasty shit his coming will unleash on the planet… hmmm… you know maybe this already happened and the whole dating experience is part of the nasty shit because I got left behind???  Well fuck… you know I can deal with pestilence and everything else but messin’ around with my dating life, is just not cool…

There are other things this movie trotted out and made a spectacle of, but my surround sound just freaked out Freeway again and I need to go peel his little bits off the ceiling… poor baby is gonna have a permanent tic at the rate we’re going…

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Reincarnation, the Dung Beetle and your ex???


Okay, with 2012 looming large, and everyone’s collective awareness seemingly turning to all things New Age, have you ever stopped to consider the whole concept of reincarnation?  Reincarnation presumably means to be made fresh again.  Now, when you read that you’re thinkin’ okay that makes perfect sense, a new beginning, the chance of fixing everything that went spectacularly wrong and a shot at finally getting it right.  Right?  Well, according to the beliefs in any paradigm ranging from Buddhist to Theosophy, the bottom line is that you get to have another crack at it, on the off chance you rodgered it to begin with.  Well then, how does this apply to the dung beetle you might be asking yourself?  Well, do you really think the dung beetle started his/her very first foray into life with the thought in their little, bitty consciousness that, “hey I wanna root around in shit for the rest of my life.”  Probably not, which begs the question what exactly did the dung beetle do that so spectacularly pissed off the whatchamacallit on the top of the thing, that hands down the sentences of where we go after our temporary lay-over in limbo after we die and have been called on the carpet for all the really nasty, vindictive, wicked bad shit, that we’ve done in our 90+ years or more on the planet.  Here is my take on this:  I firmly believe that all the dung beetles, cockroaches, maggots, and slugs on the planet, are actually the reincarnations of our exes.  There is simply no better way for a piece of shit to reincarnate itself than to become that which lives on the shit, and has to root around in it.  Think about it, roll it around in your mind like you would roll around the first sip of a fine glass of port wine in your mouth… makes perfect sense.  Scary isn’t it.  Now this begs the question what will OctaMom come back as?  My ex? George Bush? Osama B?  My crazy, pot-dealer (it’s medicinal, yeah that’s why your house got tossed by SWAT and they trotted you and your skanky wife off to jail) ex-neighbor?  Tonya Harding?

Stay tuned, for more musings about my asshat ex, since much of what he did, continues to do, and more than assuredly will do well into his old age, supplies me with fodder when it comes to generally poking fun at the emotional and socially retarded, and this also includes that entire circle of ex-friends that went the way of the do-do right along with him, when I woke up from what can only have been called a coma, and cleaned house; my opinions of the state of our country and who put us there, in other words the asshat that is Bush.  WTF, stay tuned for my very own version of Sex and The City since I find myself single again, and having to venture back out into what can only be called the twelfth level of hell that is dating in your late 30’s.  God help us all…

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So, here I am, finally counting myself among the throngs of people who blog, after finally being convinced by some well meaning friends that what I have to say on a variety of subjects, is some fucking, funny, shit.  Well, opinions of what is and is not technically interpretable as fucking, funny, shit, aside, I find myself here deciding to take my journaling, rants, raves, running commentary, hissy fits, temper tantrums, random musings, and the like live to the blogosphere that is WordPress, to see what if anything comes of it.  Truth be told, I’m still not entirely sure I completely understand the whole concept of what blogging is, but I’m willing to venture into the unknown and try my hand at it.  Having said that, I look forward to hearing what all of you might have to say about what I have to say about any number of topics.  Bear in mind, that I’m no saint, I call it like I see it, and as a result have absolutely no compunction about using blue language where I see fit, because lets face it, sometimes nothing quite gets the point across like a well placed F-bomb.  Having said that, and regardless of what I actually do for a living, on this particular blog I’m not really all that concerned about propriety, grammar and punctuation, because stream of consciousness is just too damn hard to proofread, especially when it’s your own and driven by any number of things that have happened in that given moment that may have managed to get my nose out of joint enough that I’m compelled to rant about it.

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