I speak not of my messages but of my proclamation for movies.  There was a time when any good movie was deemed “the best movie ever made.”  After awhile the requirements for such an accolade became simply that the film had to be made and not be “The Mangler”. (my standing pinnacle of bad movie) After a well deserved rest it is time I declare Cloverfield, wait for it…  The Best Movie Ever Made.  Godzilla meets Blair Witch, maybe but so well done.  (spoiler warning) There are no explanations of its origins unless you scour the viral sites of the web and a purported back story from JJ Abrams himself.  This is what happens when a monster attacks.  Sh*t goes down.  There is no scientist with a wacky theory about how it just might be brought down… “If we only had enough toothpaste!”  This is full on run away and let the military shoot it!       

      Now you don’t see a lot of the monster but you see enough.  And while its only 85 minutes, that’s just about the right length.  It has been a long time since any movie had me so thoroughly engrossed that I really escaped into the movie.  “Giant sea monster’s gonna eat me!” indeed.    

     In a belated Christmas present to myself I picked up the statue I’ve been eyeing for so long.  (attached and yes the formal title of the statue is “bird girl”) At 41” tall it’s sizable.  I like so many others saw it when I bought the book “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”.  To quote Mr. Burns, “I don’t know art, but I know what I hate, and I don’t hate this.”  I find it soothing and plaintive.  Its not like that damned friendly gargoyle from Notre Dame that you can find in any statuary store, this thing is only from a few places so the odds of seeing it in someone else’s back yard, or as the center feature of their Koi pond water feature, is pretty low.

       The question becomes “How do I f*ck up the rock fight?”  Like the millionaire who cruises his pontoon boat next to the neighbor’s yacht, there is no point in having some class if you don’t remember your roots and how you got there.  I’m thinking those platters would hold my house keys nicely… maybe some pennies and small change on the other hand.     

     Finally I would like to rave about my city and why Seattle is the greatest city… for hangovers.  Today, with a mild headache induced by one more Tanq and tonic than was necessary (I remember dancing with Susie but what was the song that was so damn inspiring?) I left the house to find a perfect dusk.  Not the sepia patina at a fall day’s end, but gray.  Solid gray.  11AM and it might as well have been 4:30.  Nature put on the sunglasses so I wouldn’t have to.  No wrath of God sun, as though Jesus himself were shining a flashlight in your face asking what you’ve been up to. 

Jason “Prince of Darkness because Twilight Princess (Legend of Zelda) gives the wrong message” Newquist