I just HAD to open my big mouth

Since I posted, tentatively, that the Mets look like they’re turning things around, they have dropped three straight, their bats have gone cold, and Reyes pulled a hamstring.

This is all my fault.

PAD

UPDATED 7/3: A-HA! So I did a posting yesterday bemoaning how the Mets have reverted to form…and today they come back in the bottom of the ninth against just about the toughest closer in baseball and then win in the 10th. Okay, don’t tell me I’m not responsible. I cheer, they suck. I moan, they win. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything about them anymore.

Movie review: Batman Forever

digresssmlOriginally published July 14, 1995, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1130

When you consider a movie, one thing that should be factored in is: What were the movie makers trying to produce? It’s pointless to criticize Terminator, for instance, because it’s not Citizen Kane. James Cameron wasn’t trying to be Orson Welles (although Ed Wood was trying, but let’s not get into that.)

So upon viewing Batman Forever, you must consider: What were they trying to put up on the screen? A film of daring, singular viewpoint? A dark, foreboding, ground-breaking endeavor that would redefine and reshape the way comic books are portrayed?

No. Hëll, no.

He Said/She Said in Central Park

So Glenn Beck claims that he was harassed and wine deliberately spilled on his wife by nasty, vicious liberals while trying to watch a Hitchcock film in Central Park. Meanwhile the nasty, vicious liberal in question claims that no one was bothering him, his bodyguards were giving people crap, and the wine spillage was a complete accident (claims of innocence that appear to run counter to earlier twitter messages that conveyed hostility toward Beck on her part.)

As is typically the case, everyone is the hero (or victimized party) of their own anecdote. Of course, Beck has a much larger microphone to make his case. Still, as a vicious liberal, I have to say that there’s no excuse for harassing Beck at a general event. I disagree with what he has to say, but defend his right to say it and also his right to take some time off to enjoy life with his family.

Too bad it wasn’t a Kurosawa film festival, considering the “Rashomon” aspects of the incident.

PAD

I’m almost afraid to say it

What the hëll is up with the Mets? Taking two out of three from the A’s. Two grand slams in one game after a two year drought. Over .500, finally. Jose Reyes is the most difficult out in the National League.

A fluke? Or the start of something? And would management really be tone deaf enough to trade Reyes?

PAD

“Bronsky’s Dates With Death”

My new novelette, “Bronsky’s Dates With Death,” sees print in the July/August issue of the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction which should be going on sale today. It’s the story of an elderly man who winds up pìššìņg øff everyone with his constant, incessant talk about dying…everyone up to, and including, Death himself. Check it out.

PAD