Wooo Boy Am I tired! Don't know if it's the heat, stress, or what, but man have I been tired lately. Also I've come down with some sort of mutant proto-cold thing, where I haven't gotten full blown cold symptoms, just this sort of back-of-the-throat cruddy feeling. I take like a zillion mgs of Vitamin C everyday, so maybe that's holding it off. Whatever, but I hate it! I went on my first long bike ride since moving into the house today, and it felt great. Hopefully it will help me sleep better tonight and get some needed rest. Bike riding is one of the great joys of my life, so it was great to get back into it.
What the heck, how 'bout some reviews:

Bubba Ho-Tep Elvis and JFK fight off a soul-sucking mummy in an East Texas nursing home. No kidding. That's the plot of this very unusual movie, that's part touching character study, part horror film and part comedy. Written by the great Texas mystery-horror author Joe Lansdale and directed by the creator of Phantasm, Don Coscarelli, this is one strange but often wonderful movie. This one has Elvis (Bruce Campbell) , who had been impersonating and Elvis impersonator when he broke his hip and landed in a nursing home, teaming up with Ossie Davis as a black man who thinks he's John F. Kennedy ("They dyed me!)to solve some mysterious murders in an old folks home. Campbell is great as Elvis, who laments his poor choices in life and is given a chance at redemption by solving the murders and capturing the mummy. The DVD not only has a commentary by Coscarelli and Campbell but one by Elvis as well. On the commentary, the King complains about all the crudity and unnecessarily vulgar content of the movie, gives the recipe for peanut butter and banana sandwiches and takes many phone calls, one asking him to pick up groceries at the store. If you are looking for something totally unique, this is it! Highly recommended.

Morris Day and the Time live in concert at Isleta Casino. I've always been a huge fan of these guys ever since their appearance in Purple Rain, so I really wanted to check this show out. After much angst trying to get someone to go with me, and failing, I decided to go solo. Man, am I glad I did! This was the best $15 I've ever spent on a concert, and the most fun I've had solo at a show since the Alice Cooper concert three years ago. Morris, his valet Jerome and the whole band were in fine form, looking sharp in their brightly colored suits, and getting the whole crowd up and shaking their booty. Most everyone stood during the whole show, cause as Morris said "If this music don't get you shakin your ass, you must be dead!" There was much great choreography, lots of dumb jokes, and a hilarious, extended version of "Ice Cream Castles" in which about 20 women from the audience followed Jerome onstage and shook their booties with abandon. It felt like 1984 all over again for about 80 glorious, butt shakin' minutes.