Watched I Am Legend last night on Movies on Demand, or Movies on Humble Request as Nancy and I call it, since the movie only comes on and stays on about 20% of the time.
Time Warner Cable must be run by the same people who run the Knickerbocker Station post office and the the New York Knicks as well, for that matter.
Always love me some Will Smith and also love to see post-apocalyptic Rat City.
Escape from New York? Right?
So Will's doing his Hero Thing and all the World's Zombies are just out there trying to eat him.
And I'm thinking,
Yep. That's what it feels like sometimes.
Most of the crazy people out there don't even know that they're crazy. They think it's somehow normal to be this scared, this selfish, this tired.
They think it's somehow mature and responsible to behave without any sense of history
NYU is planning on tearing down the Provincetown Playhouse. Where Eugene O'Neill worked. That's like the Sorbonne tearing down Picasso's studio.
Senator Clinton is still in the race. Her people are talking about "electability" and the electoral map and anything else they can come up with besides the hard numbers of delegates and the popular vote and the dwindling number of days before November rolls around and we get one shot, one day, to begin to stop the bleeding.
The Idiot's popularity rating plummets to an historic low, but there are still 26-29%of the poll respondents saying that they approve of the job he's doing.
That's like white mice approving the work of the python in the cage.
Uptown they're furiously polishing dogshit, pouring more money into cracked and badly built vessels, selling the tourists like mad. Downtown they're doping around with "experiments" that were first conducted fifty years ago, going broke chasing someone else's dream.
Nancy did the taxes yesterday.
And yet, for some reason, we've decided to stay in the theater biz for another year.
So me and Will and the rest of the strong-jawed Good Guys keep working on the serum, on the vaccine, but I tell you what, if we don't find something soon,
We are going to go crazy.
This is Zombie-Killer one-niner-zero, out.