"The hospital--what is it?" " It's a big white building full of doctors, but that's not important."

Surely it's been too long since you sat down and watched Airplane. And no, I won't stop calling you Shirley.

Ram Jam

I vote that we Rejoice.

Hulk angry...

Sleep eludes me once again… 

This time I got in four hours sleep before I lost hold of it. 

I was in the living room reading when I took a break and flicked on the television for a while. Val and Dakota have their ‘favorite channels’ set to all the MTV, Fuse, and VH1 channels. I have mine set for Turner Movie Classics and all the movie channels. The movie playing when the set came on was Edward Norton’s The Incredible Hulk movie. It struck me (ouch!) that The Incredible Hulk has been getting tons of airplay on cable.

Then it occurred to me why. 

The movie speaks to us on a level, a frustration level, that most all of us can relate to. Try and talk to your neighbor or a stranger at the supermarket about what’s going on in Iran. Or in Iraq. Which one of us are we friends with, and which ones are we fighting? Our brave soldiers are dying just about every day and for what. Oil? Freedom for a downtrodden people?

Most of us don’t know what’s going on outside of the pabulum that the news networks are feeding us, which is being fed to them by the government. Kinda frustrating, eh? Kinda makes you want to smash the military until you get some answers, right?

We are the Hulk and we want some answers. The last guy sure didn’t have any. Maybe the new guy will.

Hulk like beans. Uurrp!  

P.S. And for all those nay-sayers who say that the Hulk fought a big nasty monster in the end of the movie, I must point out that he was a government mercenary all jacked up on Hulk juice. In the end, the Hulk was still lashing out against the military--just like we'd like to. Well, I would anyway. 

Is it tired in here or is it just me?

• It’s 3:36 Sunday morning and sleep eludes me..

 

• Since sleep seems to be out of the question for the moment, there is any number of things that I could do rather than watch bad television.

 

• I could do something constructive and write. I have deadlines that have been hovering overhead for days. Yep. I could write.

 

• I could double up on my sleep meds and hope I don’t get a myocardial infarction or some such nastiness.  (Tried it, zero results)

 

• I could dust all the toys and action figures that aren’t behind glass.

 

• I could get a start on reorganizing all the bookshelves in the house. Each one is a mixture of art books, graphic novels, contemporary fiction, soft cover thrillers, and even a few music CDs thrown in for good measure. Each one looks interesting and is a nice mixture of sizes and colors, but chaos can only reign for so long.

 

• I could wake up the cats and play with them. Or while they are asleep I could go clean their litter boxes.

 

• It’s 4:10 and I’ve spent ten minutes in bed. Sleep still eludes me..

 

• I could write some letters to people I owe letters to.

 

• I could try and figure out how to add my old pal Martin Powell to my favorites list (boy is that guy busy. I should call him and ask if he needs help with anything)

 

• I could Swifter the kitchen and bathrooms.

 

• I could rearrange my Mighty Muggs so they don’t give the appearance of being about to fall on me.

 

• I could find a DVD that I’ve been itching to watch, unfortunately our collection is split up between the living room and the living room closet. The door is broken so opening and closing it wakes the dead. If it wasn’t so noisy I could fix the door.

 

• It’s 4:50 and I tried a glass of warm milk and gave sleep another try.

 

• I could write up a dozen or so of the hallucinations I had last time I was in the hospital. Perhaps if I put them down on paper, if you will, they will stop haunting me.

 

• I could organize and admire my pen collection—the only problem is that they’re in my dresser drawer in the bedroom and I’m certain to wake Valarie and she needs all the sleep she can get on the weekends.

 

o      It’s 6:06 and I just watched twenty minutes of the Doors movie, during which I kept switching over to watch Natural Born Killers. It’s a crap night for television.

 

• I found something to do—feed the cats. They were out of food and I filled their bowl

 

• I checked out the fridge and found we were lacking in breakfast foods. I could go over to our local Vons and buy a bunch. My dressing and leaving would no doubt wake Val so I’ll pass on that.

 

• I could read the many books and magazines I have stacked on my nightstand but nothing interests me.

 

o      It’s 7:12 and I’ve just about given up on sleeping tonight. It’s probably going to mess up my alpha waves and make me a grump all day, but we’re planning on going to the movies today so I can always sleep there.

 

I hope everyone reading this has a better night’s sleep than I did.