I had a couple of choices last night. I could clean the bathtub…Or, find something on television that would be enriching. Let’s see, NatGeo, CNN, OOOH…This weekend was some kind of a free weekend on our satellite so why not watch something a little different…I found it…”Black Snake Moan”. It is a kind of weird title and an even just as weird movie. Still, if Samuel L. Jackson is in it, the movie has to have some redeeming qualities…let’s see, a man trying to save a young girl from her personal demons by chaining her to a radiator. The movie not only had redeeming qualities it taught me a few things…for instance, never run full bore with a chain tied around your waist and connected on the other end to a radiator…seriously not smart…looks painful…hmmm, now how can I relate that to my everyday life? Well, I guess that one is not a problem…as long as the girl in the movie’s chain was, I’d never be able to run full bore that far. I don’t think I’ve been able to run full bore anywhere for a heck of a long time. I guess it isn’t really the running part that is a problem, it’s more the stopping part…the stopping when you hit the end of the chain. Not real painless…I’m not into pain.
Okay…oh, the music was great. Blues at its best…gutsy, raw…guitar pickin’ and life through song. Kind of like me…I’m gutsy…got a plump tummy…raw…well, I feel a little raw sometimes…like when I trip and fall on cement and skin my knee…guitar pickin’…I have stubby fingers…can’t reach around the neck of a guitar, but I can really play the imaginary drums on anything hollow and life through song…If I had a theme song it could be something bluesy like: “Burned breakfast and dinner. Boom, boom, ba-boom. It didn’t look good. Ba-boom, ba-boom. My husband was whinin’. Baaa-ba-boom. He needed some food. Baba-boom. So I slapped down peanut butter…uh-huh, uh-huh, smeared over some bread…uh-huh,uh-huh…Said Honey I love you…now I’m goin’ to bed…” You get the picture…daily life blues…blues everyone can relate to, not just people who have been wronged by life’s wrongdoers.
I was surprised to see Justin Timberlake in the movie. He didn’t play no purty boy either. He played a crazy, nut job who freaked out when things got a little intimidating. Crazy, freaky nut job. And he played it well…Okay, so he was a little purty…A purty, crazy, freaky nut job. Maybe he needed a chain around his tummy, too. Hey, maybe I should get one. I might lose some weight. I’d have to lug the weight of the chain around and lift it over things and I could make it short enough I couldn’t reach the refrigerator. I could still mop the kitchen floor, but I don’t do that very often now…so why would I do it with the chain around my tummy? I don’t know. Maybe that Black Snake Moan movie messed with my head. I thought snakes hissed.
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