The other night, I realized that I had no plans. For the first time in what seems like ages, I had a night that was completely unoccupied by friends, family, significant other, work, music, or anything. I was adrift in a sea of non-obligation. It was a wonderful kind of freedom, one I'd not known in weeks, if not months.
I took full advantage of my uncluttered evening; and by that of course I mean I absolutely wasted it. I did nothing, and it was glorious. I produced nothing and consumed much. I played Playstation 3, I watched TV, I played more Playstation 3. I then ordered a pizza and fired up Netflix (on Playstation 3). The first thing I saw under the New Release section was Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland. "Hey," I thought to myself, "why the hell not."
So while most other 25-year-old males were out clinking beer mugs and reveling in other social delights, I ate a pizza in the dark, the glow of a Disney movie gently illuminating my sauce-clotted beard. The movie was satisfactory. No masterpiece, but an able chunk of blockbustery entertainment and visual candy. And the best part of all? The uncanny resemblance of CGI-based characters Tweedledee and Tweedledum to the Pixie's stocky frontman, Frank Black:
JUST LOOK AT THAT SHIT. The twins are essentially a caricature of Black Francis. They share a bemused countenance, pinchable cheeks, chrome dome, hulking shoulders--it's the works, man. I hereby declare this the most egregious example of Musical Lookalikery in the history of this blog. *slams gavel