At the Late Night, Double Feature, Picture Show

"How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable 

seem to me all the uses of this world..."

Though I'd like to attribute tonight's insomnia to my lack of app game playing (almost a week, folks!) it's more likely the bronchial infection currently invading my airspace (yes, I'm on antibiotics). I haven't been able to notice any difference in my game-free life because I'm moving at a much slower pace, and have little desire to do much of anything. Which would be a perfect time to play games, wouldn't you think?  Add to this the fact that those damn people at Rovio (creators of Angry Birds) have released a FREE update in time for St. Patty's Day. It's topical! How could I not play? Plus 15 more levels... Resolve...weakening... Rovio knew I was trying to get clean. They don't want me to get away. They're probably watching me now, through a hidden app on my ipad. It's talking to me now: "One of us... one of us..."

I'll tell you one thing: without games, the ipad becomes a LOT less exciting. Sure, it's a great book reader, and it can carry my contacts & calendar, but without exploring those delightful, time-wasting tidbits contained within, the ipad becomes less delicious forbidden fruit and more Franklin Day Planner.

 In related news, Rovio's expanding the Angry Bird Franchise. They've raised $42 million and are planning on creating an empire of chattering, Angry Birds, across multi-platforms, including Facebook. Didn't I warn you all? They're coming for YOU next!

God, things get weird around here after 2 in the morning.

Okay, did you see this video? (it may be pulled by the time you see it). Apparently, a kid who was bullied gets fed up and body-slams his adversary onto the concrete. There has been an almost-universal chorus of cheers for the bullied boy and gleeful catcalls against his tiny tormentor. Now, I know we've seen this "picked-on-boy-takes-a-stand-and-finally-whups-ass-of-trashy/snooty/psychotic-enemy"many times in the movie, and we're conditioned to see it as an inspirational and triumphant act, but to me there's something just so sad about it all. Violence begetting violence. It would have been so easy for that retribution to turn fatal, and then there would be one boy dead and one boy scarred for life. I dunno. What do you think?

Beware the Ire of Cranky Gay Man! The NYT reports that Mars Needs Moms is on its way to becoming one of the biggest flops in motion picture history. I didn't realize I had such influence...

All right, must try to sleep again. Have an audition to voice a Disney toon tomorrow, hope my voice miraculously rejuvenates. Good night.


Okay, one more. Anyone remember this?:

I think I've lost my mind.