Tonight I'm frustrated with writers block. The only way I can think to get out of it is to write about something that I'm never at a loss to think or speak of. Tonight's blog will be about sex. Sex is an interesting thing in that as you get older you only get more comfortable with it but you also seem to talk less about it openly. Even sitting down to write about sex I'm having some hesitations. So I think I'll make this more general. Want to talk about sex explicitly? Catch me in person. I won't shut up once I start.

When I was a kid in the 80's the hotest thing alive to me was Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. She was absolute perfection. And she was mixed! A skin color very close to mine. I didn't care for one second that it wasn't her dancing in the movie. The dance scenes were just and added bonus. The real meat of the movie was getting to see her in a miniskirt giving foot jobs under the table and taking her bra off through her cut off sweat top (and another thank you to you Ms. Beals for making that so popular. There were many a girl in Junior High who suddenly loved to show off that trick.) and just generally being the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Hats off to her, she only got better looking. Did you ever see her in Four Rooms? Oh my god.

These days it's hard to find that same type of sex goddess. It just doesn't come natural. There are no more Raquel Welch's in the world. Women who can't help but ooze sex. Women who aren't as much of a product of their doctor as their parents. What about Salma Hayek you might ask? Hands down one of the most beautiful women on screen, yes. But does she ooze sex? Only when she tries really hard. And I guarantee that you have to try really hard to get her to loosen up during sex unless she's deeply in love with you. Good luck with those odds.

I must just be tired. The Fortess of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem is on my desk. I'd like to finish reading it. My poor iBook (ooo. Scary. I just added the link and checked it. Was supposed to be a picture of an iBook. Look at where it goes.) just died of motherboard failure. The PC I'm typing on now sucks. Well it's really Windows that sucks. The oppresed masses that use it should start a revolution. "Come to the light! Come children! All are welcome!" With Thanksgiving over I now have Christmas to worry about. All the factions are lining up their strategies as we speak. My latest Netflix arrival is calling to me. As usual it's back to the movies. Ah, the luxury of not having to think for the next 90 minutes.

The following link was provided to me from Amanda. It's an amazingly well done commentary about the future of print news. A virtural information distopia (or utopia). Give yourself at 8 uninterrupted minutes to watch it as it won't pause.

http://poynterextra.org/epic/

Well it would appear that my blog has made its way to Google's indexing. My post about Damon Brindisi's MILF caught the attention of an old classmate looking for Damon Brindisi. She contacted me two days ago and I've written back in what has turned into a flurry of digital correspondence, mostly via IM. Very cool to connect with someone who went to the same school as you, remembers the same time period, and had parents who were into the same scene. For two people who are so externally different we turned out remarkably similar. Kinda scary. I'm guess there are others out there too. Calling out to our tribe! The homing beacon has been placed! Contact us and we'll bring you home!

You can check out Amanda's blog here. She has a very cool job and a disposition for moving around a lot. Love her politics too.

Look very closely at my hands Jedi. The force is strong with this one. Now if I could just figure out how to turn it on.

Daffy Duck giving me the title to my blog. Without Daffy I wouldn't have the witty and non-sequitur title you see up top. Shame on those of you who don't recognize my brilliance of naming. Here's a link for you philistines.

http://toolooney.goldenagecartoons.com/tomturkanddaffy.htm

Although I don't believe he gets the dialog correct, and the screen shots could be better chosen, the premise is correct. It was a Thanksgiving themed Looney Toon. My vegan sensibilities agree with Daffy trying to save the Turkey, even though, as always, his motives and loyalty come into question. My other favorite Daffy cartoon has the famous line "Too bad you can't have Duck for Thanksgiving! " Don't recognize that one either? *sigh* What will I do with you?

As I get older I've begun to notice an alarming trend. Gen X culture is fastly being forgotten. The new generation (I've heard they are called Echo Boomers or Generation Y. Personally I think that Generation Y should be reserved for the children of Generation X. Like my kids for instance.) will give you blank stares when you discuss memories from your childhood. Let's take Schleprock for instance. Can anyone under the age of let's say 25 tell me who he is? Cartoon syndication isn't what it once was. Even Boomerang doesn't pick up his show. Schleprock (pictured above) was the doom and gloom bad luck guy who could ruin anything just by showing up on the scene. He's kind of a noun for Gen Xers. Want to get slapped in the face? Call one of us Shleprock and be prepared for a fight. He was one of the featured characters from The Pebbles and Bamm Bamm Show. Now who are Pebbles and Bamm Bamm you might ask? Pebbles was the daughter of Fred and Wilma Flinstone. Bamm Bamm was the adopted son of Barney and Betty Rubble. Pebbles was actually born on the show to a visibly pregnant Wilma. For those of you who grew up with the Simpsons this was revolutionary for the time. If I have to tell you who the Flinstones are then just give it up. Move along. You're not hip enough for the room. The Pebbles and Bamm Bamm show took place in Bedrock when all of the characters had grown up and gone to high school. Fun and Mayhem transpired.

My mission: Wipe them out. All of them...

Well I guess being a Jedi wasn't my calling after all. Being a Sith was! Just got my black cloak in the mail today. Very well made for a very good price. Check out the master seamstress's web site here: http://barrettmanor.com/cloaks/index.htm

Now listen closely humble Jedi. You now have a new advesary to deal with. Darth Annihilus.



With one well placed Paypal transaction I have instantaneously transformed into the Jedi killer you see here. I'm bad to the bone and my light saber hasn't even shown up yet. It's on Jedi. At last I will reveal myself to you. At last I will have revenge!

After he read my last 3 posts I almost had to talk my brother off of a ledge. So let's go back to the movies. I recently joined Netflix to take advantage of their free two week offer. I was determined to cancel right after the trial period but the sons a bitches hooked me in. It's actually a perfect fit for my busy life. I get to rent out 3 movies at a time and return them (via prepaid envelope) any time I want. $17.99/month. No late fees whatsoever. The service is so fast that I usually receive movies in one day after they ship. Plus, having the movies mailed directly to my home saves loads of time not having to go to the video store. Here are some great ones I've seen recently.

Lost in Translation-



Wow, the spirit of Francis Ford Coppola has been infused into his daughter Sophia. This is a great movie about a platonic love affair set in Japan. Please do yourself a favor and rent the DVD.

Pitch Black-



I know I'm pretty late on this one. This was the best Aliens rip off ever done. Vin Deisel's first starring role as well. Not that I'm a big fan of his but this is before the fiasco of XXX.


American Splendor-



This movie I didn't rent from Netflix but saw at the party I attened Saturday night. I'll put this one in the category of Ghost World. Having been a life long comic book reader you would think that at some point this brilliant work would have crossed my eyes. I never heard of it until they began promoting the film on HBO. Paul Giamatti is such an amazing character actor. Ever since he played Pig Vomit in Private Parts I've been a big fan. Look for him to do great work in the future. On a side note I have to watch this movie again. The television that I watched the film on (not my glorious 50 inch wide screen HDTV) was not working correctly. For some reason the brightness kept going in and out. My student said he would lend it to me so I could see it properly. Thanks Jesse!

That's it for now. I'm about to kill some brain cells by watching the sequel to Pitch Black; The Chronicles of Riddick.

I came to the conclusion earlier today that I was going to have to give up on any thought of going out on Saturday nights. It's just too complicated. See my earlier post for details on my current situation. Having just picked up the kids on Friday night it turned out to be too traumatic of an ordeal dropping them all off Saturday. And the mother's weren't too happy either. One was mad that I didn't get to do homework. Another was mad that I had a party to go to (that was my recently ex. We'll get back to her in a moment.) but I told her that I would come over after the party. The last one was uncharacteristically cool for the day but like I said earlier 2 out of 3 are always mad at me at any given time. It must have been her night off. The party was invited to was a "Getting Over the Election" party thrown by the parents of two of my students. Wonderful people and some wonderful conversation. They had a beautiful house all the way up in the hills in Echo Park. Note for later that there in no such thing as cell phone service up in the hills in Echo Park. I had a wonderful time. All of my stress throughout the day became worth it for the pay off of intelligent and endearing company. I get home and decide to head back out to my recently ex's house so that I could wake up with the children. That's when I receive this email.

I guess your party lasted longer then you thought. I hope you had fun with whoever you fucked last night.
I'm sure you heard your cell phone ring, I called you at least 4 times.
Why do you say things you know you are not going to make happen? I didn't ask you to come over tonight and I'm sure you knew you would not be coming over.
I don't want anything to do you anymore. You can go do whatever you want, leave us alone.

Oh man. As if. Guess I learned my lesson about trying to do something for myself for a change. Goodbye Saturday nights. See you around 2019.

How much I can miss you because
You're not here
The house doesn't have your smell
The bed's too big
It is
Quiet
The peace becomes a prison
Without you to argue with the conversations become held
With myself
Despite the odds given
Just the same
I am doing well
But I will always miss you
Knowing that you can never come home

Am I the only one who works at a company with annoyingly defined clicks? Do you know how hard it is to get lunch with someone around this place? Now maybe it's just me. I do try and be charming and social on a daily basis but maybe I come across different than I think am. Maybe it's LA. This area can be very strange. People only tend to go where they are most comfortable. And with who they are most comfortable with. At my job I'm the only black male (technically black/Italian), the only person with multiple children, the only ex-New Yorker, one of two people in their mid-30s, oh and to top it off I'm a straight guy working in a gay organization. Now, I'm used to being in unique positions in life (you can thank my parents for that) but this is getting frustrating. Today I walked outside to look for some food only to be passed by some co-workers who barely said hi on their way to a restaurant. I had just talked to most of them within the last half hour. Blah. "Hey Alessandro, what are you doing? Do you want to come with us?" Is that so hard?

OK. Maybe it's just me but I need to know for myself. I'll try and experiment and get back with the results.

In 6 months I'll be wearing Spock ears. I just bid on and won (sweating being out bid the whole time) a brand new light saber on Ebay. Check out this beauty.




$50 dollars later (don't forget to tack on an extra $16 for shipping) I've officially bought my way into the inner circle or the nerd kingdom.

Fuck it. Live long and prosper.

And by cool Jedi I'm leaving out the actors who actually play Jedi. They come across as cool. Is it just me or do people who dress up as Jedi come across worse than people who real-life role play Star Trek? I mean it's really sad. Look at these winners. Hey Jedi! Super Cuts called. They're giving you all a refund.




So with the evidence against me why is it that I am convinced that I can show up to the opening of Episode 3 dressed as a Jedi and actually pull it off? I even started making my own light saber. If you think I couldn't go that low guess again. http://bigyellowbox.tripod.com/

He had it coming. I wish this could happen to every martial artist who starts his routine off with a back flip. Check out the clip here:

http://homepage.mac.com/aledro/blog/afroman.mpg

Armagendon has fallen...

Bush will take away our softcore porn! We won't have these wonderful scenes like the one from Smallville below.