The last epiphany I had was when I decided to create this blog, and it was nothing, I mean NOTHING compared to the earth-shaking revelation I experienced in a movie theater just a few short minutes ago.  As a man of few means, I normally catch movies right at the tail end when they are about to leave the theater (when hopefully tickets are reduced) and hence I saw the movie “Kickass.” And I was blown away.

First, all I can say is thank you.  I haven’t felt like that in a movie theater since before I can remember. 

What follows are just a few random statements that come to mind, kept short to prevent rambling.

-The movie is the best thought experiment addressing the plausibility of super heroes.

-The movie is funnier than Super Bad and Wedding Crashers combined.

-The movie has better choreography than the Transporter and Romeo Must Die.

-The movie is an unapologetic look at the Hero’s Journey.

-The movie is an expert on its audience.

-The movie uses effects better than the Matrix.

-The movie is more tragic than Romeo and Juliet.

-The movie is completely unpredictable from the first scene to the last.

-This movie integrates real comic book art better than Sin City, Kill Bill or anything put out by Marvel or DC.

-This movie can, should and could serve as an all encompassing text on the following: western philosophy, the comic book genre and the nature of man himself.

-This movie is a brilliant coming of age story.

-The movie is a perfect parody of itself, of superhero movies generally and cannot be parodied by any movie other than itself.

-This movie is the best reason to have movies.

-This movie is the ONLY reason to continue having movies since they are making a movie based on the comic strip “Marmaduke.”

Marmaduke.  Lord help us all.  Anyway, thank you for reading the first edition of “Thank You Note” not to be confused with other writers who occasionally thank a fellow blogger warrior like Elie Mystal or idiots who worship car brands (though I think in a rare moment of censorship I removed Triforce’s ode to BMW).  Running the blog has to have some perks.  I do the shticks we repeat.

Now to swipe my mom’s credit card out of her purse and order myself some Kickass merchandise.  I need a t-shirt that says “Show’s Over Motherfuckers.”

The last epiphany I had was when I decided to create this blog, and it was nothing, I mean NOTHING compared to the earth-shaking revelation I experienced in a movie theater just a few short minutes ago.  As a man of few means, I normally catch movies right at the tail end when they are about to leave the theater (when hopefully tickets are reduced) and hence I saw the movie “Kickass.” And I was blown away.

First, all I can say is thank you.  I haven’t felt like that in a movie theater since before I can remember. 

What follows are just a few random statements that come to mind, kept short to prevent rambling.  I could write a book about each of the following statements.

-The movie is the best thought experiment addressing the plausibility of super heroes.

-The movie is funnier than Super Bad and Wedding Crashers combined.

-The movie has better choreography than the Transporter and Romeo Must Die.

-The movie is an unapologetic look at the Hero’s Journey.

-The movie is an expert on its audience.

-The movie uses effects better than the Matrix.

-The movie is more tragic than Romeo and Juliet.

-The movie is completely unpredictable from the first scene to the last.

-This movie integrates real comic book art better than Sin City, Kill Bill or anything put out by Marvel or DC.

-This movie can, should and could serve as an all encompassing text on the following: western philosophy, the comic book genre and the nature of man himself.

-This movie is a brilliant coming of age story.

-The movie is a perfect parody of itself, of superhero movies generally and cannot be parodied by any movie other than itself.

-This movie is the best reason to have movies.

-This movie is the ONLY reason to continue having movies since they are making a movie based on the comic strip “Marmaduke.”

Marmaduke.  Lord help us all.  Anyway, thank you for reading the first edition of “Thank You Note” not to be confused with other writers who occasionally thank a fellow blogger warrior like Elie Mystal or idiots who worship car brands (though I think in a rare moment of censorship I removed Triforce’s ode to BMW).  Running the blog has to have some perks.  I do the shticks we repeat.

Now to swipe my mom’s credit card out of her purse and order myself some Kickass merchandise.  I need a t-shirt that says “Show’s Over Motherfuckers.”

I Am Animated.  I do not change but for the conscious stroke of the Master’s Pen.

I am the Government. I am the same when I incur debt and when I pay it. Time simply increases those who know my name. I can die but I do not accept death as natural. I have no concept of life expectancy.

I am digitized. My essence is preserved in signals that reach beyond the moon. I go on past the Earthly Armaggeddon foretold by the Mayans, Romans and Greeks. I owe nothing to the stars. They do not have my AES password.

The End