Doesn’t it strike anyone else as strange that we have products to straighten curly hair and other products to make straight hair curly? Basically, society is telling you that no matter what you look like, you need to look different.
My mind is abuzz with blog topics, but one above all dominates my mind. Why the hell did they make a Marmaduke movie? Really? Why, why, why? I’m trying not to be judgmental here, but was there a pressing need for this? Were people clammoring for more Marmaduke? I’ll go on record as saying Marmaduke is a mildly amusing gag strip. It’s not great, but it’s better than Family Circus or Crankshaft. And yet, even as a premise for a single panel comic strip, the premise seems stretched pretty thin. This explains why Marmaduke talks in the film. And dances!
What the hell is with dancing dogs? How did it become such a cliche? About the only thing left to make this movie seem less inspired is for Marmaduke to rap. I haven’t ruled that out. Not since Kangaroo Jack has a cartoon animal seem more paint-by-numbers, more extreme with a capital X! I have beheld the many faces of Poochie, and one of those is apparently named Marmaduke.
And now I turn away from the catch phrase spewing hellhound and see what else is going on in the world.
Got some cool stuff going on, career wise. Unfortunately, it’s nothing I can talk about, so forget I brought it up.
I’m almost finished reading Voodoo Histories. It’s a neat look at conspiracy theories, dissecting why they exist and how they maintain their popularity. It’s amazing what people find believable and how far they’re willing to go to hold onto those beliefs. The whole time I’m reading the book, I can’t help but think about all those ghost hunting shows. Really, if someone can convince themselves that a cold spot and a blinking light are the disembodied dead then is it that odd that people can believe President Obama was born in Kenya or that 9/11 was orchestrated by a needlessly complicated government conspiracy?
For example: Some conspiracists believe that the World Trade Center was hit by a pair of missles that projected holograms of airplanes. Holograms. I am not making that up. How do you reason with that? How can you argue against such nonsense? Of course, I’m the guy who still yells at the TV every time some ghost hunter flees from a room because he thought he saw a strange shadow. So what do I know?
The other book I’m reading is Good Book. It’s by David Putz who read the entire Bible and kept a journal of his thoughts as he did so. I’m not religious myself, but Putz has some interesting observations. It’s fun to hear the stories, including the stories you rarely hear about, and cool to hear about them from a layman’s perspective. An excellent book. Highly recommended for the religious and non-religious alike.
I also bought The Pluto Files recently. Haven’t really cracked it yet, but I enjoyed the author’s Death by Black Hole, and I expect I’ll enjoy this one too.
Finally, I have two booksignings this weekend. One on Friday evening, 6 PM, Weekender Bookstore in Balch Springs, TX. The second is from 2-4 Barnes and Noble in Hurst, TX. (Also, I have another scheduled from 1-4 at Lone Star Comics in Dallas, TX on May 1st.)
I’ve mentioned it before that signings are strange things. I’m glad to do them, but they’re usually pretty dull affairs. The odds are good that you think I’m cool if you’re reading this (or at least think I’m mildly interesting), but for the most part, nobody knows or cares who I am. I have fans, sure, but I don’t draw crowds. One day, perhaps. But when that happens, I won’t really need to do signings, will I?
So that’s that. I think I’ve taken enough of your time. Have a great weekend, gang.
Fighting the good fight, Writing the good write,