The dirty old men and hags from the advertising department have been busy again. They intervened once more with Google AdSense. To make my life easier, I got rid of the text that made the advertising guys and girls drool and castrated the pictures to show only what can be shown before the watershed. Or should, we know that the TV stations cheat like hell.
It's magic. October comes and a new series of Merlin appears on screen. The success of a well known story broken into bite size bits and staffed with over-pretty actors and actresses breeds sequel after sequel. The magic of it is that just about everyone has some idea how the general story runs. Missed an episode? Not that important; you'll still be able to follow what is going on based on what you know.
How often have you heard someone moan that times used to be better? Worse, how often have you said so yourself? Admittedly, the time scale in these moaning varies from 20 to 20,000 years but maybe consider this piece of history before moaning again.
Summer is on the way out. Cold mornings, wind, and the rustle of leaves under your shoes tell their story of autumn (or should I say fall?) having come all too soon. Just the mention of shoes says it all. No more barefoot running at the beach, or better yet, watching others run.
Magic Mike is the latest film showing a lot of male bodies in nothing more than strings and leather - and often less. It is aimed at testosterone hunters, those out for the thrill of undressing in public or for the voyeuristic pleasure of seeing someone do so. The story is supposed to represent that of a male stripper trying to enter a relationship. I took that from the description supplied by Warner Bros. It is not obvious when watching the movie.
