The Real Deal : Jim Fetzer mocking the Boston bombing and responding to James DiEugenio’s “attack” on him



a dream I had about a girl at my door

I guess it was Day. At least that’s who it looked like; herself an Ella-Rae Smith look-alike. She’d just been to my place a short while earlier, she said she was coming back and there she was, wiggling the locked door knob with a melodramatic plea like a kid who’d been purposely locked out by a mischievous sibling.

If it were most other people, I wouldn’t want to be bothered, but, as cute as she is, she could visit basically any time she wanted. “Here I come,” I said thru the door, though, I thought to myself, I should’ve waited till I backed away from it. Not doing so made it obvious I had to prepare for her revisit.

I was wearing something I wanted to take off; a fancy (vanilla/orange) sherbet-colored shirt I’d never wear in real life. The thought of it reminds me of Seinfeld’s Puffy Shirt, though it wasn’t nearly as tacky or ostentatious. I put it, with perhaps another accessory or two, in what seemed like a bucket in the hall.

That hallway, unlike the shirt, was indeed ostentatious. It was actually a lit corridor of sorts that ran at least twenty or thirty feet and led to the bathroom much like you’d see at a movie theater. I don’t know if it was a house or an apartment I was living in, but it was quite elegant compared to my real-life dwellings.

Maybe that’s why she liked coming over, though my deliberate charm probably had more to do with it. She was nice too, but her looks were all I really cared about. If our friendship involved sex or romance, and as much as I’d like to think she was coming back for the former, it wasn’t evident in this short dream.

I knew she’d probably see what I was trying to hide if she went to the bathroom, but I didn’t really care enough to look for a better hiding spot. Besides she was there at the door, waiting for me to let her in. The longer I took, the more obvious it would be that I’m doing something I didn’t want her to see.

2024 [ May 18 ]

audio review : The Movie ( song ) … Too Short ( featuring George Clinton + Belita Woods )

“It ain’t the kind of Movie where the leading man gets the girl,” George Clinton announces at the four-minute mark. It’s presented as a single ad-lib, but it should’ve been looped as the base of the chorus. The beat is funky, but the one thing missing from the song is a catchy hook. The “broadway” bit sounds nice, but it serves as more of a refrain.

my rating : 3 of 5


video review : Taylor Swift : The Eras Tour

video review : Taylor Swift : The Eras Tour

Speaking of Eras, Taylor Swift is probably the most popular singer, Man or woman, in modern times. This concert is actually a montage of shows performed during her newest Tour, but it’s limited to SoFi Stadium in California; a fact that should’ve been referenced in the overgeneralized title, which covers her “17 years of music”.

That she’s made so few good songs in all that time is almost beside the point. Taylor Swift is overrated when it comes to her music, but she’s a sexy Disney princess; who are all these lucky guys she’s falling in Love with; and her performances, at least when filmed and edited as cinematically as they are here, entertain.

The final act suggests this Tour would be even better if, like the previous ones were based on albums, it were limited to Midnights; the Lavender/blue colors of which are nice. She’s also sweaty from hours of dancing, which makes me wish she’d throw her fishnets in the crowd so I can catch and do naughty things with them.

my rating : 4 of 5