Saturday, October 27, 2007

Count Floyd One, two, three, four. Surrealism, and some other very scary stuff. Four what it's worth. Hell bent for bathers. Thanks again to reader Joe for that fixing that image problem. You might want to search for your image on Google using "Pamela Hazelton" as your search keywords. That's where I found that listed five or six pages down. My old pal Rich used to give me James Ellroy's latest books for gifts as he succumbed to the madness. He had read them all first. I found them drunkenly graphic and tediously formulaic, and utterly predictable. Murder mysteries sans any mystery that I could see. That said, I've him a ton of shit for that porno scene in "The Black Dahlia" and it's only fair that I partially excuse him on the grounds of homage to a preexisting concept in Dunne's novel "True Confessions". Which had an interracial lesbian loop feature way back in the Eighties. That's important in Hollywood. It's a union town where they respect only senority. But now we're back among Bill Donoghue and the cashew Catholics versus the two scoops of ice cream melting in the South Carolina sun...Palmettos, the blog roll of honor. Chop, suey, China Towne Cars. Do you want to go there again? Do you? Punk? Vacant Lot docom. A really scary scenario. Aaaaa-oooo! Joe Flaherty 10:17:07 AM    comment