The Man With Two Brains

Starring Steve Martin and Kathleen Turner. Lets start by saying I don't know why anybody thought this woman was attractive. She is in several movies in the 80s that I know of always cast as a supposed sexy woman. I just don't see it as I think she has some manly features. But enough of that, long story short, Steve Martin marries this woman that is only after his money. She gives it up to every bell hop and room service man around but never for her husband in hopes to drive him mad and get his money. He is a brain surgeon that finds a woman brain that can talk to him. He falls madly in love and fortunate for him manages to transfer the good brain to his now dead wife that was killed by Merv Griffin. Lets just say that the first 2-3 miles of running was misery, not funny, boring, terrible. After that it picked up quite a bit and turned out alright for a stupid Steve Martin film. I give it a rating of C mostly because I wanted to die in the first 2 miles but I did finish the whole film so that was a plus.

Last Action Hero

I wish I could start my reviews with a greater film but here we are. The Last Action Hero starring none other than Arnold Schwarzenegger staring as a typical action hero in several movies that a teenage kid enjoys watching. The kid gets sucked into the movie screen and becomes Arnold's sidekick. The villain gets a hold of the ticket that transports people between worlds and ends up in real life where Arnold and the kid must save the day. This movie started out good enough as a running movie. Plenty of action to make you forget about glancing at the clock every 5 minutes. There is one particular good scene where a dead body is set to fart out nerve gas that came around the 5-6 mile mark that held my attention. After they transported to the real world it went down hill and as I finished a little more than 7 miles I was left with 10-15 minutes left of movie that I may not watch. I rate this movie a B- being carried by the action scenes and the soundtrack.

Movie Reviews by Me

I know that this is called All Things Boar Goat but I am going to inject into this Movie Reviews by Me. I know I could create another blog but I don't want to burden all of my followers with this. So, one place for it all. Before I review my first movie I just want to explain what I am doing here. I am running a lot on the treadmill and have a screen that I watch Netflix Instant Watch movies. I am very limited on quality movies plus I am running on average 7 miles while watching so I thought I would give insight into which movies you should see and which movies you should pass on based on how I feel during the run.

I am here Jen. It has been about a year and a half since I last posted. I probably should just delete the account. Everything I post in here I should just post on facebook but maybe I will try and bring this back to life. I will think of something to write and be back soon....P.S. Boar Goat is still alive.

The Missing Link?

I know, I know, I'm not talking about the missing link for mankind. I'm talking about the missing link between the world as we believe in and the world of the mystically abnormal. What you are about to witness is not Boar Goat but a more highly advanced mystical creature simply known as Bull Goat.

As you guessed it; it is part Bull (as in bovine) and part Goat. There may be some other parts yet to be determined. I am well pleased with the photos that Kile and I were able to get because of the ferociousness of the beast. For it let out a deafening bellow as we approached and only refrained from attacking due to its overwhelming laziness.

Ladies and Gentlemen behold Bull Goat:

The Kybo Killer of Camp Hunt

This is here just as a marker for a future awesome story as soon as I have time.

Fans and Posers

In this world we have fans and posers. Not everyone will agree with me on the exact definitions but I have a good grasp on what constitutes both. A fan does not need to have a shrine set up and know all band members Birthdays. Along those lines, a poser does not necessarily include someone that simply likes only a handful of a bands songs. A poser is for an example someone that likes a group because of a cute boy.

One that is repulsed by ALL things 80's by definition cannot proclaim to enjoy anything from the 80's especially the big hair headbanging awesomeness known as Motley Crue. Now, I have no shrine for the Crue; never have and never will, yet I still know that they rocked as hard or harder than anyone of that period. Since I can remember first hearing them I wished I could have been born 10 years earlier to witness them in all their glory (Not the 2000's rendition but the real deal 1989 Dr. Feelgood version).

Someone that listens to The Crue because of the opposite sex cannot grasp even a small percentage of their goodness and ONLY BRINGS SHAME to themselves for not liking them strictly because of their goodness.

I call upon all guilty of posery (I don't think that is a real word but it works) to repent and admit your wrong ways. Admit the following to avoid further persecution:

1. Big hair, while not generally excepted today, was awesome then and still today (Just as a note you must admit that Mullets also rule).
2. Big and Rich suck. Tommy Lee could destroy both. Probably with both hands tied behind his back (If you know what I mean).
3. Motley Crue is rivaled possibly only by the Holy Diver himself, Ronnie James Dio.

That is all I have besides a chubby kid had an Iron Maiden shirt on at work which was cool and 10 points to whoever can discover why Bret Michaels always wears that hideous bandana and cowboy hat. I'm out. Son.