Some other things
Saturday, 46 days before "Star Wars: Episode III -- Revenge of the Sith" opens on May 19, the trilogy's enthusiasts began their vigil outside Grauman's Chinese Theater.Problem is 20th Century Fox doesn't plan to open the film at the Chinese, opting instead for the ArcLight a few blocks east. [LINK]
I guess that all the other stupid movies premiered there and it's just not morally proper if this one doesn't open there, too. IT'S A SLAP IN THE FACE! You know, a slap in the face on top of the last two shitty movies and all the cuddlebears in Return of the Jedi. I just wish for a split second these nerds would realize that Lucas isn't making these movies for them and couldn't possibly care less what they think or want. Just for a second. But they're gonna eat it up, anyhow, which, as a reader of superhero comics, all sounds distressingly fucking familiar.
Prince Charles postponed his wedding because the pope died. Henry VIII must be spinning in his grave. If there's any room in there. 'cause he's fat. Or he was. Now he's just dust, but man, that's gotta be a lot of dust. Not that I give half a dry fart about any of this. It's just amusing, is all. Catholicism's still as wacky as it's ever been, almost as wacky as "regular" christians who attempt to denounce it as satanic. Speaking of...
A couple weeks ago I saw this fellow on tv I'd seen a couple times before, a Louisville preacher/pastor fellow named Chuck Salvo.
CHUCK SALVO.
So help me Bog the man's name is CHUCK SALVO. A couple weeks before that I saw him heal a woman with rheumatoid arthritis. He said something like "Demon of rheumatoid arthritis, I rebuke you!" Then he shoved this poor old lady to the ground.
CHUCK SALVO.
I didn't even know there was a demon of rheumatoid arthritis, but if the woman's twitching and flopping gave any indication, CHUCK SALVO knocked it right the fuck out of her.
So this particular week CHUCK SALVO has the stage filled with good christian girls in black blouses and tasteful khaki pants raising their hands to and dancing for Jesus. In the midst of this, CHUCK SALVO is preaching and he name-drops Marilyn Manson. Do people still take Manson seriously? 'cause CHUCK SALVO said something about all those kids out there fornicating and listening to Marilyn Manson and then coming to church and raising their hands to Jesus. And I don't understand the hand-raising thing; the girls in khaki pants were doing it, the folks in the audience were doing it and everyone on the Jesus CD commercials does it, too. CHUCK SALVO touched one girl and she looked close to vomiting, so filled was she with the love of CHUCK SALVO, or possibly Jesus, one hand on her stomach and one limply raised to the ceiling, or possibly Heaven.
Then CHUCK SALVO told everyone to get down on their knees and ask for CHUCK SALVATION, and told everyone at home to get on their knees, too, and I almost did, 'cause CHUCK SALVO, man.
CHUCK SALVO.
It's crazier than anything I've seen on the Trinity Broadcast Network - with the possible exception of Jack and Rexella (REXELLA!) van Impe - and it's right here in my own backyard, confusing and fascinating all at once. Praise Bog. Ah-mens.
Finally, after nearly ten years, I got my hands on a copy of The Invisibles #25 of volume one, the great Mr. Six/Division X story "And a Half Dozen of the Other" by Morrison and Mark Buckingham. It's nice to finally read creepy little Mr. Quimper's first appearance, and always good to see more of ol' Mr. Six. But that doesn't really get into how Grant Morrison is fucking with me.
