ANOTHER ONE

It's late as hell, so late in fact that it's early. I am wondering whatever became of Japanese professional wrestler Antonio Inoki. Im pretty sure that Antonio Inoki is doing well out in Japan. I was thinking a lot about Japan since watching The Wolverine. The Japanese girls in that movie are hot, incredible to think that both the girls are first timers, talk about virgins in the business. I am wondering if anyone will ever fill Hugh Jackman's shoes. This guy can play Peter Allen and Wolverine, what a feat. It will be interesting to see if there's ever an actress that can play Judy Garland and Wonder Woman. Funny thing, Wonder Woman was created by a guy in a polyamorous relationship, meaning the guy was like a 1930's player extreme. I think I'm going to turn in now, this entry is rambling into uncharted territory and I need clarity in my thoughts.

WHY AM I STILL UP?

It's late and I am still up writing, I really have to question my sanity. I have a meeting in the morning and need to be sharp but I am so interested in other things at the moment. I wonder if night brings about hubris and makes people feel invincible. I am tired, I am thirsty, I know what my day will bring tomorrow but I just don't feel like letting that get to me. I am thinking of so many things and so many things I am thinking of make such little sense, even to me.

An hour ago I was thinking of what it must have been like to be David Sarnoff back when he was delivering flowers to the may mistresses of Marconi out in New York. Then I think back to previous hours and how thrilled I was with the latest installment of the HBO drama Newsroom and how cool it is that Jeff Daniels will likely have an iconic role to define his outstanding career. Here I am, it's late as fuck and I am still writing, and yet I don't know why.

This blog is such a medium for expression, often times I express raw emotion without any real attention to accuracy and I wonder how many mistakes I have made in the process of creating volume. I don't give a shit about what people think of my mistakes because this is my forum and yet I want reactions, I want to push buttons and get people talking. Yes I know what I'm saying because I read and read carefully but often times I write recklessly because I am fully invested. I look forward to numbers, ideas, reactions and I love when I have the opportunity to prove assholes wrong.

I am not really into political correctness, in fact I challenge that ridiculous and hypocritical norm which we enforce because honestly it's nothing more than fear, a blanket for the cowardly. It's late and I am opening up to perfect strangers because I am secure in my own feelings and opinions, I will agree, disagree, and stand up when it's necessary. I will attack people not for the sake of the attack but simply because I live in reality. It's late, I'm tired and open, and I will say whatever the hell I want to say.