The Pulpier The Better

outofideasIt seems like the
trend in Hollyweird
these days is to
remake everything
they can get
their hands on……

And
come on,
did they
really need
to revisit “Ant Man
and The Wasp” from
comics ?

Lame,
man, lame.

Talk about
running out of ideas.worldofif

When they do
come up with
something of a
semi-original plot
idea —

it’s about turning
obnoxious rich guys
into pet house cats
so they’ll have to
spend more time
with their
just-as-obnoxious
families.

Oh well,
at least he
can’t complain
about not getting
enough pussy,
anymore.eat

Anyhoo —
back in the
vein of remakes,

I was thinking
that a fertile field
that Hollyweird
has thus-far
failed to tap
is the whole genre of
bad pulp paperbacks
from the
1950’s
and 1960’s–

After all,
how much
worse can
the movies getacdc
than they are now?

Of course, anybody
who has ever had
the pleasure of
furtively perusing
one of these vintage,
shabby pulp tomes
(as a young boy)
knows that the
interesting content
is all on the cover …..

— the rest of
the book
might as well
be an
encyclopedic entry
set on demonstratingcruel
the literary concept
of boring.

Vapid,
Tedious,
Lackluster,
Stodgy,
Mundane,
Banal,
Stale,
Unimaginative,
Jejeune,

—- Dullsville,
man.

Flat as
a pancake. 

Again, though —
it seems perfectly
in tune with the
current movie trendexp
which provide more
than ample breaks
in the action for the opportunity to go
visit the snack bar
several times during
a feature without
missing so much
as an Ooooh,
or an Ahhhh.

‘Cause at
the movie theatre —

Popcorn is profit.

Hmmmm….

Come to think about it…

Movies have gone through
all kinds of expensive,libraian
technological changes
over the years —

Panavision,
Technocolor,
3-D,
Sensoround,
Dolby Sound,
Digital Animation ….

All to produce,
what,
to average Joe,
is no more than
a hum-drum
minor adrenaline
surge at the
52:17 mark.

Popcorn
can do that,nursey
and has required
absolutely no expensive breakthroughs in
production technologies,

— nor has it
required spiraling
multi-billion dollar
contracts for over-paid
actors, writers,
and the rest of that ilk.

So my idea is that
we print up a few vintage
risque paperback covers
and charge people
to stand in line
at the snack bar
and look at em.

They can useprinc
their imagination
to develop the plots,
characters,
situations,
and
all the happy
endings they want.

We simply provide:

a $100 popcorn popper

and a years supply
of popcorn,

artificially flavored
synthetic ‘butter’

( really, just something
to wet the stuff,
but nothing to interfere
with the bland taste
which is so key to today’s sinstreet
cutting edge media
experience,
apparently )

plus a soda fountain,

posters,

an attendant that moves
slower than molasses,

and of course,
plenty of napkins.

You know,
for the happy
endings.

Jeeeez….

I’ll make a mint.

And they said
I’d never amount
to anything.

HOY !!!!!

pizzarolls

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Just Abust With Lust

I just got in
from places
far-flung and remote.

And boy,
are my arms tired.

And I’m too tired
to figure out
what exactly is wrong
with that joke.lust

Ahem.

As usual, when I
finally returned to
my boring old desk
this evening to
set pen to paper —

(or finger to keypad,
I guess I should say)

I found myself once again
struggling to find
something to blog about ….

It struck me that perhaps,
…. just perhaps….

That all my choice
subjects have been
just run over bigtime
by this blog
time after time,

which I guess is natural,
… doing a daily blog for
as long as I have been
doing one.

So, I decided
that I shouldn’t really
even worry about it,
and that I should
slog on regardless.

Thus,
today’s post
— about
one of those subjects,
that I have completely
beat to death already ….

Figuratively, anyway.

Lust.

It certainly is a
favorite of mine.

Yes.

Makes me
shivery all over.

—- Even without
any lust lotion.

And like they
always said
in all those creative
writing classes that
I never took,
that you shouldape
write what you know,
you know?

Hey–
you’re not
surprised, are ya?

Ah well…
somehow
… it’s only the last lash
of a whip that anyone
ever really remembers,
right ?

Ahem.nolady

I’m nothing,
if I’m not committed
to that lady lust.

Oh man,
yeah.

And I probably should be.

Committed,
that is.

Anyhoo,
I think people make too
many negative waves
about lust, truthfully….

” A lust goddess that stood for
everything that was sin and evil? ” 

Come on.

I mean, you just can’t
even do half that stuff
standing up.

Nix, man. consequ

“Lust and Consequences ” ?

I had no idea that Bob Barker
guy was into all that stuff.

It’s probably a good thing
they changed the name
from “Depravity” anyway.

What a terrible name for a
town in New Mexico, otherwise.

Ain’t that the truth

Alright,
and this one:

A wanton waitress dished up
passion on the farm ?

Ok, maybe not all
that negative,
but certainly a bit of a
mixed metaphor.

And I think there’s
some kind of New Mexico
theme running in the
background somewhere.

Anyhoo, about today’s post….

It’s possible that maybe I
have a different spin on it,
this time.

And I’m hoping
it’s joyouslycrossroad
and euphorically naughty.

Abnormal passions?

Hey,
That’s when it’s at it’s best.

Where the hell is that
place on my map?

(New Mexico, again, I bet )

Ahh well….

Say it with me, won’t you?

Lust.

Lasciviousness.

Oh hell,
call it lechery if you want.

Even concupiscence,
if you can pronounce it.

I just don’t even understand

how lust became of one
of the 7 deadly sins
to begin with…..lustweekend

After all,

I totally get how:
wrath,
greed,
sloth,
pride,
envy,
and gluttony
made the list.

Well….

Nobody likes a
pissed-off,
mercenary,
lazy,
pompous,
jealous chowhound
,
right ?

Wait.

Naaaah…

I’m not indolent,

and I’m certainly
not avaricious.

Whew.

That was a close one.

But, getting back to lust —

I ask you,

what’s life without a
little hormonal ardor ????

You know–

That craving you feel
right down to your toes,
and up through your
crown chakra.

That hankering for
that shade of
off-white/off-black that
you’ve yet to experience.

That longing for
someone that feels
so natural,
so guttural,
so carnal,
so grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

That yearning that courses
through every blood vessel,
every corpuscle.

That kind of
powerful concupiscence
that makes one
doubt one’s sanity,
sometimes.

The way it carries
you off with it —
time and space become meaningless.

You can’t get it
in a little blue pill,
you can’t rent it
on a street corner,,
you can’t bottle it and
sell it like twenty dollar gin.

You just have to experience it.

Oh sure, you’ll pay for it —
— in all sorts of ways —
but it’s fucking worth it.

I call it passion.

You can call it anything you want.

But it’s ain’t no deadly sin..

I’d want to die without it.

HOY!

PS: thanks to Jen
for the lead snake lady piccie.

vargas