Go Speed Racer, Gooooooooooooooooo

We, the Gorgeous, have slacked off in recent weeks. I assure you it is through no fault of our own and that we will rectify it soon. I just got word from Pennypacker that his animal cruelty/indecent exposure/public drunkenness trial is about to wrap up so he'll rejoin us soon (don't judge; after a quart of moonshine and two isolated weeks in North Little Rock horses start to look mighty purdy). My annual methadone treatment is finally over and I'm overcome with a sense of calm and palatable lethargy. Breathe easy cats, though this post is short, we come back full strength next week.

Meanwhile, the Speed Racer flick comes out this weekend. I was never a big fan of the cartoon, even when it enjoyed a renaissance in the late 90's. I dug the DJ Keoki tune, more for the Trixie and Speed sex "scene" than anything else (don't judge here either; I was an amped up, hormone-addled teenager, a new pair of corduroy pants would put me at attention). That said, I am excited for the movie, but not for reasons you might expect. If I was someone that ate 'shrooms, this would be screaming my name, since it'd be like existing in the world of Mario Kart for 90 minutes. But I don't so it doesn't. If, however, 'shrooms are the kind of thing you get down on, let me know how it is.

What the shit am I doing on Rainbow Road??

Secondly, the Wachowski brothers' tripped out computer graphics might be enough to throw kids into a seizure-iffic tizzy. I figure we can count on a couple two, tree to keep us elbow deep in giggles.

Until next time, this is your captain of mental agility saying so long...