Randomness, cheesy movies, and other non-sensical goodness…unedited…

Good evening, y’all.

I am watching a movie from 1991 titled Cover Up, starring Dolph Lundgren, Lisa Berkley and Louis Gossett Jr. It’s okay for a wannabe action flick.

The ending is, well, it sucks. But it’s the 90s.

As is typical of movies from that era, it’s cheesy. The story isn’t bad, it’s just not good. There are many questions I asked myself while watching it. For instance, why is the young woman always acting like she’s hiding something? It didn’t matter if she was fully dressed, wearing a house coat, shooting people, she seemed to have secrets.

“Pardon me, while I unload this high end piece of weaponry into your skull! You’re not cleared to know why though.”

It was slow and plodding and seemed to take three hours instead of the 1 hour and 37 minute run time.

Prior to the movie, I worked my way through Part III of The Silent Corner written by Dean Koontz. Unlike the movie I just watched, this book is phenomenal. Now, allow me to preface my writing with this statement. I’m a Koontz fan. Have been since my teenaged years.

The book, the first of the Jane Hawk novels, is an amazing read. He toys with your emotions, and I’ve laughed at some of it. Other parts had me ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’, and other parts had me biting my lower lip.

It’s a great read. I can’t wait to finish it, so I can start the second book. Koontz is one of my favorite authors. I follow him on social media, and he seems like a genuinely good guy.

As I collect more and more novels, all of which I intend to read, I find myself specializing in only a handful of authors. Koontz is one of them, along with Faulkner, Grisham, and others. Books, like cheesy movies, seem to get better with age.

Although, I read Where the Crawdads Sing by Deana Owens, and I must confess-I was blown away. It took me a month to read that book. Not because it was hard to read. I didn’t want it to end. Usually, I don’t use the word beautiful to describe a book.

Beautiful is a word that I associate with Where the Crawdads Sing. The book is masterfully written, the scenes are gorgeous, and she nailed the atmosphere of life in the swamp.

In hindsight, I should read it again. Every year, I read 1984 and The Art of War. This year, I’ve focused on other things, such as The Complete Collection of Maus.

Still, between reading and watching cheesy movies, I’ve got my hands full. Throw in writing, and it’s a heck of a life I’ve got going on. Would you believe it’s 1030 here, and I’m still sitting here acting like I’m retired.

Oh wait, I am.

Retirement suits me, until it doesn’t. There are days when I long to return to the work force and just be a normal guy. Those days are long behind me. Normality never did suit me. Even when I worked full time, normal was a ship I never boarded.

Life is too short to be ‘normal.’ Be authentic. There’s a shortage of ‘real’ people. Be a rebel. Stand out.

Have a good night, and I’ll chat with you all soon.

Freeman

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