Quill & Claw/Pen & Paw

You know those stupid surveys people fill out on social media? Like, "what size do you like your bread buttered on?" and "what was the last cadaver you dated?" I love them. I really do. I think they are a mirror into the soul, a moment that someone who is not really a talker, can be given an opportunity to just be honest. Every single answer deserves something longer, something thicker, but if you want a two word answer, that, too, can be put into play. Like this one! A dear friend, recently under a smattering of stressors posited a decent question of one these questionnaires and I had begun to answer it. But then my impulse led to deep thought and I started looping and looping. The question got bigger and bigger and... ...now we're blogging. The question: "What are five movies, and only five, that a person born after 2000 BCE should see?" No more or further elaboration. You're asking a cineast to decide this? Okay, okay, okay...

Social media. Can kill a person, ya know? Cause I said something stupid there. Seems I pointed out my aggravations about one of those stupid, insipid "Thank You for Coming to the Movies." I cannot remember what I wrote, exactly, but it was along the lines of, "if you actually made original content, maybe more blokes would buy fucking tickets, oy!" The takedown was obvious, but I was too melonheaded to see the sucker punch. It was, basically, "why would I take my family of four to some shitty movies that I don't know will be worthwhile or not." I think I retorted, "fucking read," but I deleted it. But they were right, technically. Why would you? I started to put tartar sauce over my adverbs and began to think how to pepper my nouns for the luncheon of my own verbal spasms. Movies are, technically a crapshoot, and I had forgotten that. It's easy for me to whine and demand original content. I have only me and the husOtter to splu...