Starting on Thursday I’ve had various Mötley Crüe songs in my head. Not continuously, but they keep returning. So now here I am constructing paper recycling bins and listening to Dr. Feelgood.
Tangentially related, when did Yngwie Malmsteen get fat, and how does that not interfere with his playing?
I rented 18 Fingers of Death because, well, I can’t pass up a title like that. It’s about a kung-fu actor trying to get his next movie made. It’s written and directed and stars James Lew and it’s based on the his experiences in hollywood. Unfortunately it’s not nearly as amusing as it tries to be. The few scenes with Pat Morita are the best in the movie. I’d say it’s barely entertaining.
Last year was loaded with chaos. I’m looking forward to things being more normal and catching up this year.