Peace has been around me for the most part today. My girlfriend was pretty calm for the most part upon her return from the Red States. She had a weird rant about the portrayal of women in cinema which leaves me thinking that I need to give up introducing her to tongue-in-cheek action movies. If you gather that I am looking for an obedient girl from watching Robert Rodriguez movies, I do not think that you are paying attention (unless it is being shown on the big screen).
Popcorn is preferred when I watch a movie, so this may just make her too expensive for me. The worst thing is that she is braving through major mental illness, and since I only know a handful (okay two, perhaps three handfuls, I was in the pro-wrestling business and the only friends I can make time for in Peoria are strippers), it seems unrelatable, thus unsatirical. There is an idea for a giallo-comedy screenplay from the experiences, but first we need to help me out in finding a way to promote my B-movie pro-wrestling zomcom, Main Event of the Dead, I would happy to send you a treatment if you e-mail me at russthebus07@gmail.com. If I can make a fun, simple flick, surely the masses will want to know what I can to with cerebral tales.
Either art imitates life or I am suffering from cinematic Stendhal Syndrome. That means I am overly self-centered and am totally out of touch unless I can relate it to a movie. The peace just gives me too much time to think and catch up on my online comic book reading.
"Bitch Planet's" imagery is something that may be deemed in appropriate for a corporate computer (hoping they ignore me cleaning up my Google Drive), so I was reading "Harley Quinn: Harley Loves Joker." It is a little too "Batman: The Animated Series" for the print, but it was written by her creator, Paul Dini, and that show was where she was from. Still, she is like the first DC character I got to see be born and developed as a child, so I have a soft spot for her, and crazy chicks in general.
The best moments from it are in the second issue where Dr. Harleen Quinzel is psychoanalyzing her dominant alter ego. Quinzel basically does the easy resolution to purveyors of institutionalized behavior which is to kick The Joker out of her life. When Harley tries to undo her plan to have Mr. J caught by the Bat, Harleen says she's out and becomes the more confident and self-reliant Margot Robbie version of Quinn. It is nice synergy, and I can empathize with the thought process, perhaps as both characters.
So yes, I spend way too much time in my own head. This maybe another reason why I prefer the visual mediums over the written. If somebody else is doing the reading, it does not feel like I am talking to myself, beyond my running commentary on whatever I am watching. The point is only one of the voices is my own.
I may not be as interesting a person that I sell myself as. The peace and quiet leaves me with the only voice. No characters to explore beyond myself.
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