Sick and Tired of the Black Dahlia?

Was it a good book? Who knows? Frankly, murder mysteries are not my cup of arsenic.

Is it a good movie? Who cares? Brian De Palma is a good director, but all the guerilla marking has really honked my hooter. You can't swing a dead, virtual cat without running into some hack story about The Black "Scarlett Johansson made me drool down my shirt" Dahlia. If they'd put as much effort into the Ramsey or Simpson case as this 60-year-old mystery, we'd have the real killers within a week. Maybe the producers of the Black "New age of advertising" Dahlia could have spent their $100 million and actually found Bin Laden.

It's tiring that MySpace.com and other on-line "people" communities have allowed movies, music groups, books, dogs, pet rocks, flying lizards, and cars on blocks to have their own space as if they were individuals. Let's call it the Pirate's of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest syndrome; everyone gets their own plot. Just a dog in one scene? You get a plot. Hope you're back for the 3rd installment because I'm really worried how that post is going to make it without you if you die. Who will whiz on it then? I'm waiting on pins and needles.

Advertise, my good man, and they will beat a path to your door. More likely, they will want to beat you in the head with a brick because you're cluttering up the pixels with your insensate promotions. 12 million Google hits?! I doubt the second coming of the Christ would make that big a splash on the web.

"Hello, I'm here to judge the world now. Excuse me. Time to go. Good and evil and all that jazz. Prepare to meet you maker, literally."

"Shhhhhh! It's the freaking Black "hand springs on a clown car" Dahlia, dude. Give me a couple of months to read all this flotsam and come back. I'm mean you waited this long, what's another few months. Besides second comings are not Google worthy, but just think how big the third coming will be. Krispy Kream on a dashboard! That will be news! mmmmmmmm...Googlicious."

I definitely see a smiting in someone's future. In the meantime, I'll do my best to ignore the hype and fail miserably. I'm all out of dead, virtual cats and have resorted to killing real ones to fling at my computer monitor.

Sweet mother of perpetual motion and transmission linkage, why did I click THAT? I knew where that link would take me and I fell for it. I've fallen into the Black "The pop ups won't close fast enough" Dahlia web of doom and can't get out.