The Darkness

I've been consumed by 'The Darkness.' Yes, most of you already knew that I was on the brink of insanity; just waiting to tip over to the dark side. It has happened. I recently started playing this awesome game on the Playstation 3 about one man who manifests the hate inside him to literally spawn the devil in a surreal, post apocalyptic bleak London.

Pretty cool, huh?

But, in the post game-glow phase the ugly truth dawned upon me. I've read that art imitates life and yada yada but the more I introspect about this futuristic darkly deadly game, the more I think how much it really applies to me. In short, like the protagonist says, "I'm f***** in the head, real bad."

I'm intrigued by Ted Bundy, Ed Gein is a case study I know by heart, Batman and V are my superheros and The Joker is a character I identify with. I like graphic novels full of blood and gore, I buy video games only when I see a violence warning and my favourite kind of movie is the one involving a chainsaw massacre.

But, its not the warped media that has embalmed sick shit onto my DNA.

The truth is that there are plenty of things bothering me deep inside. Stupid Movie Critiques, Dumb Help Desk Receptionists, Crappy Internet, Shitty Government, Hypocritical idiots, rules of restriction and the eternal struggle for independent thought and expression. This shit really pisses me off and echoes with a menacing laugh somewhere inside my head.

Fellow film-makers talk about Orson Welles & his 'Touch Of Evil.' I know Eli Roth and his torture porn flic, Hostel. And lets face it, I love it. The scum of hatred and venomous feelings are buried in there, somewhere. Sure, on the face of it, I'm Chandler Bing but inside, I know, lies a serial killer, waiting to spawn the devil himself. Deep inside, lies a closet gay, Shakespeare-soliloquy spurting blowhard (bard) with a creepy, but well-groomed, hairdo. Somewhere in there, 'The Darkness' feeds on my anger & hatred and I know not, when it will become me. But, I've realized one thing for sure, today. It won't be long before it embraces me into its dark arms, forever.

Return from Doomsday

I just realized today that I know the interiors of Holy Family hospital really well. Not really a great sign, is it? Well, my grand-mother died there, my Dad was admitted there and off late, I've been burning the family torch of Holy Family loyalty. It all started with my usual chronic cold and cough. Now, anyone that knows me for more than 48 hours will confirm that I live life on the edge and would top all worldly polls for 'Person Most Likely To Drop Dead Randomly'

..they will also confirm that I can digress time and space at the drop of a continuum.

Anyway, so after a specialist visit, I got worse. Quintessentail Me - I have this dying urge to be different from the world. So, I couldn't breathe and I had to tolerate Dhol for a review so life sucked until I went and changed my prescription today. Now, I feel good again. Really Good! I guess its a whole lot of positive thinking as well. So, to cut a long story short, I felt like writing this Blog. But, not after watching a new animated movie about Doomsday wiping out Superman, only to watch him return from the dead and kick his ass.

I feel the same way.