Is It Wrong That I Hear Lords of Acid In My Head. . .

. . . everytime the ice cream truck goes by playing "Pop Goes The Weasel?"

Perhaps it is the sign of a misspent youth. (I typed "ultimate sign" at first, but then I realized I have so many signs of misspent youth, I'm really in no position to declare one more significant than another.)

It's trite to say it, but the Internets really will suck your life away. It's hard to do All Of the Things. Here are some of the things I've been doing/looking at lately.

+ With the release with what is rumored to be the final Batman in the Nolan franchise, we all know it's just a matter of years, maybe even months, before we get another "reboot." HuffPo is already on it, with a list of candidates.

It's probably not cool to say it, but I think Michael Keaton is my favorite Bat-Dude so far. It was an inspired choice, and I've often wondered how another primarily comic actor would do in the role. In fact, Burton's first pic had an interesting juxtaposition: comedic actor in the relatively straight role, and deadly SRS BIZNS actor in the flamboyant cartoonish role.

Out of HuffPo's list, Ryan Gosling leaps out at me. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the deceptively gentle, preppie face that you wouldn't expect to be all dark and twisty? I haven't seen much of his work, but he is a man of justice in real life. Also, he covered snobby elite and mentally unstable in that Sandra Bullock crime movie. 

+ Hey kids, want to waste endless amounts of time and have a ridiculous looking image to show for it? Hit up Instyle's Hollywood Makeover page. Save your work often, as it tends to be a little freeze-y. I have learned the valuable lesson that I shouldn't follow my teenage dream of cutting off all my hair and bleaching it blonde. I look like a Dickensian orphan boy out to pick your pocket. No, I won't post the picture. But a certain friend got a lulz-worthy one of me with Farrah Fawcett hair.

Sometimes (mosttimes) the dream is so much better than the reality.

+ I love's me a Meloni Sammich! Plus, Chris Meloni and HBO are two great tastes that taste great together. Hope this turns out ot be true. (From D-Listed)

+ My mom sent me this link for the top 25 submissions to DamnYouAutoCorrect.com . Hard to pick a favorite, but "Volvo" and "Mom?" stand out. My iPad has done some autocorrects on my mail, but nothing this hilarious.

+ So I couldn't sleep again last night. I have no idea why. But it lead to me watching the 1982 version of Cat People, with Malcom McDowell, Natassia Kinski, and a surprisingly fetching John Heard. The flick is done a disservice and hugely dated by the heavy synth soundtrack, but it seemed okay. I usually have an iron clad stomach, but there's a scene with McDowell where he's, well, grooming himself after an event. Dude, it seriously makes my gag relfex hiccup just a little. I have to stop thinking about it now.

But watching this film made me think about a phrase that has changed slightly, but perhaps significantly, since early 80s. People used to say "make love with" in a first person sense, e.g. "I want to make love with you." It's a very odd phrase to hear today, when the common saying would be "I want to make love to you."

And it got me thinking, does that tiny change denote a larger shift in our cultural attitudes towards sex? Is it significant that sex has altered from something you do with someone to something you do to someone? Are we more self absorbed now, and lovemaking springs from us and we simply inflict it on a likely partner/victim? Blah blah psychobabblecakes.

Probably some Berkeley student wrote a thesis on this a decade ago, but I wanted to put my undiluted thoughts out there before researching.

+ This is turning into a rather lengthy tome, so maybe I should wrap this up for now. I leave you with a still from the upcoming Alien prequel, Prometheus. Looky looky, it's my unlikely ginger crush, Fassbender. In another improbable outfit. And dyed blond. And there was much rejoicing

Found at slashflilm.com