I wanna have blog fun too, guys!

I don't know if I'm going to have a clever theme or subject for my blog. It's probably going to be a waste of precious blog real estate, resembling 40,000 teenagers' worthless blogs. Only, I'm a twenty-five year old man, so I should have something better to do. I suppose it's largely to stop blowing up my friends' myspace pages so much. And I get to rattle off all the stuff I think and NOBODY has to read it if they don't want to! Blogs are the perfect cure for people who talk too fucking much.

I bet I will talk about movies and comic books in my blog. Often. Very often.

I looked over my shoulder to the left, and found that the Sherman Oaks branch of the Los Angeles Public Library (www.lapl.org), had removed the graphic novels section (graphic novel is a fancy word for J-books). Now it was chock full of Manga. Manga is a fancy word for J-books that are not as interesting, very popular, aimed at teens, and all drawn in the exact same annoying style. Apparently, they are all imports from Japan, too. I dunno, I hate that shit. Can't stand it. Luckily, I looked to my right, and my horror ended. They had chosen a more elite location for the graphic novels (J-books) in the teen fiction section. Which is great, except I'm a twenty-five year-old man rummaging in the teen fiction section of the library, looking like a Pederas (petter-ass?). They have the dopest selection of Essentials. I'm working my way through Ghost Rider Volumes 1 & 2.

I saw Rocky IV for the first time in my adult life. Now the hazy memories have been replaced with distinct, accurate impressions of the movie. I think I always thought Rocky III was the first one, and that the first two were horrid sequels. When I was a kid those first two films had it all wrong. Nothing fit! Apollo Creed was a bad guy... Rocky didn't get to wear the star-spangled boxing shorts... there was a plot involving character development and romance. None of the shit that a little kid appreciates about Rocky.
Let's talk about Rocky IV though. This was a strong movie. It opened without the distinctively large "Rocky" title-scroll and without the brass fanfare that the other films begin with. It gave us a taste of Rocky III's "Eye of the Tiger", and had a modest little title. I was beginning to wonder what was up with this Rocky. Luckily, that title sequence was about the only modest thing in the movie. Rocky has to train to face Ivan Drago, who just killed Apollo Creed in a round 2 victory. Rocky must be all torn up about this (Although Stallone does little to portray this). I suppose we were supposed to learn all we need to know about Rocky the character's motivations from the theatrical trailer.

"He could've stopped the fight. He could've saved his best friend. Now the only thing he can't do...



Is walk away."

So, Rocky goes to Russia and trains the old-fashioned way. By lifting wood, pulling a sleigh through the snow, ditching his Russian chaperones, running up a mountain, and growing a fearsome beard. In contrast, Dolph Lundgren is physically conditioned in a high-tech environment, using all types of scary Russian boxing-training computerized equipment, and does not grow a beard. I won't spoil the end for you.

Ah, fuck it. SPOILER ALERT - Rocky might not have won if Lundgren had grown a beard during the training. There's a lot of power in facial hair. What little I have leaves me feeling terrified of how powerful I would be if I could grow any more.