(and no, I am not referring to how Bob Dole talks about his, uh, medicated manhood)
Good things come in threes. Weird things come in all shapes and sizes. And time flies like a banana, of course. Which brings me to two Zero Moments occurring in the last 12 or so hours.
In reverse order, the first (meaning last) was the uncovering of this post from our Honorary Zero, Tony Bourdain. I am amazed he's not on the list, except I suspect that any mention of Country Music would induce projectile vomiting in him (which, given his dietary regimen, is saying something). http://anthony-bourdain-blog.travelchannel.com/2008/07/guns-and-butter.html . Read it. He is the King of us all.
And if Bourdain is king, then the Queen is indisputably Geena Davis. Or at least it WAS before she became the first amazone archer president-Make-Believe of the US (PMBOTUS) over seven feet tall. I just happened, in a daze brought on by burnt curry and jet lag, upon the last half hour of "The Long Kiss Goodnight", with Geena as the lead playing some mashup of La Femme Nikita and Amy Winehouse. What a Godholy mess that was. I am amazed I haven't seen it before. Oh, wait, I did. And I even posted about it. And I remember it--something about flaming corpses on strings of Christmas lights. A&E was (seriously) playing it last night, followed by the Usual Suspects. I know which is the better movie, and you, in your Heart of Hearts, do too.
So my advice to you? Go get The Long Kiss Goodnight. Follow it up with an intermission of No Reservations (either the Nugent episode or the Iceland one, for obvious reasons). Then, Van Helsing. Or maybe Hellboy II, subtitled "What the HELL?"
Your humble correspondent...
