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White Woman Speak With Forked Tongue

    Hey, everyone. My grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian. So, I consider myself an Indian, to a degree. the Indians used to say that the white man spoke with forked tongue, I.E. they lied. (Something about a barrel of whiskey and a bunch of land.)This was an allusion to their devious ways, like unto the snake. Well, today I saw a white woman who had a forked tongue and who also shed her skin like a snake.      I saw her at the theater and she was french-kissing Hugh Jackman, alias The Wolverine. Her name was Viper. She was a tall, blonde woman; pretty darn hot for a sort-of snake. She, in the show, works for a Japanese business dude called Yashida. She is a Doctor with an agenda and she is helping keep the old man alive. Yashida is the richest guy in Japan, a veteran of World War 2 and an acquaintance of Logan/Wolverine. Logan saved his life when the U.S. dropped the big one on Nakasaki, back in the day.      Since the old timer is dying, he sends for Logan, ostensibly

Bloodmasque, Deus Ex and Female Mechs

    Hey, everyone. I was off today and resisted the temptation to go and see Hugh Jackman reprising his role as the fierce Wolverine. Actually, I had a tough week and just wanted to stay home and piddle around. I had a nice day, really. I mowed my yard, swept the porch, listened to music and drank a few beers. Later in the evening I grilled some steaks and watched Total Recall on the telly. I saw it at the theater and did a review, last year? Good movie. I didn't play any I-Pad games but I was tempted (again) to buy the latest game called Bloodmasque . The game is a bit more interactive than you might think. You can actually upload one of your own pictures and the hero of the game will have your face. (I would hate to do that to an innocent hero. Heck, it might scare the vampires away.) You upload a surprised face, a fierce face, (like the Wolverine?) and a triumphant face. I imagine the results would be hilarious.     Anyway, in the game you are a vampire hunter in turn-o

Blown Away: A Movie Review

    Hey, everyone. I recently watched a movie on satellite that you might like. It stars Jeff Bridges as Jimmy Dove, a cop who has fled to America from Ireland. He was involved in 'the troubles' there, back in the day, but started a new life. Unfortunately, his former mentor, Ryan Garrity, played wonderfully by Tommy Lee Jones, is a master bomb maker and he seeks revenge on the cop. Interestingly enough, Jeff Bridges' character works on the bomb squad of a major American city.      An interesting side note is that Jeff Bridges real life dad, Lloyd Bridges, stars in the movie also. (Loved him in Sea Hunt) The entire movie is action packed, well acted and well directed. I'd rate it as 4.5 stars out of 5.     Forest Whitaker stars as Anthony Franklin, a rookie cop. Suzy Amis is Jeff's love interest, whom he marries during the show. Unfortunately, the mad bomber chooses to target the new bride and her child. It  is a very compelling story and tension filled. The

The Battle of Rio Dorado

    Hey, y'all. Here we are again at the weekend. Not a lot of movies coming out tonight that I want to see. If I were going, I'd go see Brad Pitt in World War Z. I probably won't go.     Hey, the British Open is being fought this weekend. Need to set my DVR...      Hey. Guess what? The other day I was driving down I-75 through the Chattanooga area and stopped at a used bookstore called McKay's. The place is huge. It has two floors. The top floor has comics, CD's and vinyl records, including a few 45's.      The bottom floor has talking books, DVDs, television series on DVD and a huge amount of hardback and paperback books. Years ago, when they were in an older building, I went to the place and the prices were really cheap. I think that the prices are a bit higher now. Still, I bought a sackful of stuff for about $30. I bought ten comic books for $1 a piece. Mostly the older super heroes I used to follow. I thought I'd catch up on their lives, you k

The Garbage Cans In Panama

   Hey, gamers. I have been playing Deus Ex: The Fall, for a few days. It is a game with cool graphics, as you can see in the above pic. Although unfamiliar with the franchise on X-Box or anywhere else, I jumped on the chance to play it on my I-Pad 3. Here's the recipe.     I play as a dude named Ben. He is a soldier, in a distant future. He and his squad were betrayed and ambushed in an Australian war of some description. Ben was the only one left alive and he had to have "an augmentation". This is not some Beverly Hills implant deal, either. The dude has a robotic arm and who knows what else? As you can tell from the picture, he can jump from planes without a parachute...well, I could do that too but I can't shoot electric arcs from my hands and land safely. I would make a greasy spot. But I digress.     Ben is in search of the !#*** who set his team up for the kill. Revenge is a dish best served cold and all that. So here I am, as Ben. My first mission is in a

Something Wrong With That Horse

     Hey, everyone. Carley and I went to see The Lone Ranger last night. We really enjoyed it and had a good time. They had the lobby all decorated up with western stuff, including a tepee(?) and lots of posters. It was a Monday night and we went to the 9:30 showing, which put us getting out around midnight.     In the theater there were a total of 5 people, which made me reflect on the reviews for the show and the likely fact that it will lose a bunch of money. With a budget in the range of $225 million, the film was destroyed by the critics. Word of mouth I got from normal people was very positive. By and large the critics hated it. Why?       Let me say that this is not all that unusual. I also don't mean to criticize the critics because everyone should give their honest opinion of stuff.     Let me also say that I have a lot of admiration for the folks who wrote, directed etc. this show; for letting it flow without being bound by some timeworn blueprint for how to make mo

Mississippi Queen

Hey, everyone. I have been burning the midnight oil and much more, working on a new short story. It is a good one, if I say so myself. Here's the recipe.     Jimmy Ritter is a young white boy who has just graduated from high school. It is the year 1969 and Jimmy has a '69 Chevelle in which he is traveling to Florida for fun on the beach. At least that's his plan, until he stops in tiny Dixon, Mississippi and meets Queenie, a young black girl. He falls in love with her, which is fine, until she is arrested for murder.     This story is about 7500 words. A good evening's read for most of us. It is fast-paced and definitely intended for adults only. If you can stand adult situations and language, check out this $.99 bargain. Just tap on the link of choice to your right. The book is live on Smashwords as we speak. It will be a day or up to a week on the other sites, I suppose, before it will be available. Amazon should have it live by tomorrow.    From the author's

My Promise

     Hey, everyone. I promised to tell you what happened to Carson Napier in the room of the seven doors in Burroughs great novel called Lost On Venus . Well, when he awoke with the snakes all over the room, he sought refuge on top of the table. One very large and very scary snake went up there after him. In his extremity, Carson just fled to one of the seven doors and opened it. The corridor was empty, briefly, and his hopes rose. Then he heard a savage roar and a tharban, a great predator cat, came at him. Luckily he had wedged the chair in the door and was able to return to the room he had just quit. The huge snake and the tharban start killing each other. The snake wins and returns to kill Carson. Carson climbs up the rope with which he was meant to hang himself. He pulls the rope up to prevent the snake from coming after him; when he reaches a rafter far above. Then he walks a narrow beam to reach a landing and effect his escape. Just as he is about to leave the city he hears a

The Room With Seven Doors

   Hey, everyone. Last night I spent some time reading Lost On Venus by Edgar Rice Burroughs. This is the second novel in the great Sci-Fi series. In it is a classic example of the author's genius for compelling fiction. The hero, Carson Napier, has been captured by a group of Thorists. The evil-doers take him to their city and it is their intent to kill him, but to do so with flair and as much mental torture as possible.     The Thorists take him into a room with no windows and seven doors. There is a table, a chair and a couch, with no other furnishings. On the table are seven types of food and seven drinks. Above the table is a rope hanging, with a hangman's noose at its end.     His captors inform Carson that of the seven foods, six are poisoned. Of the seven drinks, six are poisoned. Horrible death in some form lurks behind six of the seven doors. If he can find the right door he will be set free. They leave him there and as they close the door, the light goes out.

Andy Murray, The Heat, and Athyr Above

     Hey, everyone. I really enjoyed watching Andy Murray win his first Wimbledon today. It was a truly historic match since he was the first British man to do so in 77 years. Andy played well and retained his composure under the pressure of a nation's hopes and did so against the #1 player on this planet, Novak Djokavik. Murray won in straight sets to take the crown. Heartfelt congratulations to the new champ.      Yesterday, Carley and I went to the movies and watched The Heat , with Melissa McCarthy and Sandra Bullock. The movie was superbly acted and directed. It was very funny and if you can stand some adult language, you should check it out. Even after being out for a week, the show was a sellout on a Saturday afternoon when there was a heavy downpour and local flooding.      Sandra Bullock plays FBI agent Ashburn, who reluctantly teams with a local Boston detective to take down a drug gang. The tightly wound Ashburn has a hard time dealing with the rather loosely wound D