Fellowship of the ring

I’m not even going to say, ‘long time, no see/read’ and drop the usual explanations of why I haven’t been blogging, why I’m back blogging and why I won’t abandon you again. All that’s hogwash that I’m tired of saying/typing and almost certain you’re tired of hearing/reading. I am here, in this space, blogging, for one simple reason, and no, it’s not because I want to, it’s because I HAD to! A regular rant to anyone I can find wouldn’t be bad but I have to bash buttons to really air this one out. So ladies and gentlemen, those that care anyway, Él Señor Supremo, Sir Blog Marley a.k.a. The McRanter… IS BACK BEE-HOTCHES!!! (For now anyway)

So what am I ranting about this time? Well, it’s my favorite topic: The Movies! Since the high octane ride of summer blockbusters last year (Transformers, Live Free or Die Hard, The Simpsons, The Bourne Ultimatum), which had me watching most movies at least twice, my cinema attendance has been rather poor. However, I’ve seen Meet The Spartans, Vantage Point, Street Kings and The Bank Job in the past two months, so I say I’m doing okay (blame it on work, the English Premier League, UEFA Champions League, the NBA & TV Series). Meet The Spartans can only be good if you’re in an ultra silly mood which, thankfully, I was. Vantage Point was really good but there was a major mess up which I won’t go into incase some readers haven’t watched it yet and still intend to. Street Kings was a good watch. Not the greatest movie but it was worth the price of admission. In fact, it was a good movie that I liked jare. The best LA cop movie in a minute. Which brings me to The Bank Job. It started off slow but picked up later and turned out being really good. It’s no Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels or Snatch but it is one of the better British gangster flicks. The best Jason Statham has been in in a while, definitely. However, like most of my previous movie blogs, this ain’t no movie review. It’s about the experience in the movie. Here we goes:

It was an eventful movie from jump street. First of all, I just wanted to laze at home but the woman (yeah, I’ve been acquired) insisted (she’ll tell you otherwise) that we go see a movie. The ones that fell within our time frame were Fool’s Gold, 21 and The Bank Job. I wouldn’t have minded seeing any of the 3 but opted for my good ole Brit Gangland film. So the movie starts, and I take it back, not slow at all because the jump off was a jump off! A nice ménage a trios that was photographed before it slowed down. There. Anyway, a ringtone starts playing and it’s a chick in front of me, who first brings her phone out her pocket, so of course, now it’s louder, and she looks at the caller ID and actually answers! Not whispering oh; a full on, “Hello!” but alas, twas a flasher! Holy crap!

I kept getting phone calls but like a good cine-goer, my phones were on vibrate (the best cine-goers switch off entirely) and I responded with text messages, so I’m okay, right? Anyway, next culprit was a dude about 3 rows up, “Hello? How far? I dey jare! I dey this place, um, Silverbird. Ehn…” Can you imagine? I turn round with my most menacing stare (well, I think it’s menacing) but of course that don’t change nothing. Twat!

Then, my pants start to vibrate. First it’s my cousin’s husband. He never really calls me so something must be up. Then it’s her brother, who had just come in from France. Her driver was to get him at the airport, so I put two and two together and got a catastrophe. So I had to step out to return the calls and the worst was confirmed. My guy was stranded at the airport as his sister’s driver had messed up big time. She had said he was getting fired, no question. So I figured I had to go get him. So without consulting him, I snatched up the woman and proceeded to play hero. I called him while in the stairwell, only to be told not to bother as I was too far out. Then began the arduous (fine, I exaggerate) journey back into the cinema, which we nearly got bounced out of.

So resume watching the movie, which has picked up but LORD knows what we’d missed. All seems well until another phone starts ringing. It’s loud. Unending. What the… Heads start turning, wondering where the irritation is coming from. I catch the bright light of the phone on the floor and I’m like hell no! Some dude is charging his phone in the aisle and can’t be bothered to pick it up. Can you imagine that sh!t? I was so tempted to get up and chuck it but opted for my menacing stare. It worked this time though as his female companion immediately urged him to go shut his phone up. Personally, I thought that had to be some of the most local, disrespectful, unenlightened, ghetto sh!t I’ve ever seen. I mean, when you’ve got to charge your phone, you’ve got to char your phone but come on! You’re at the movies. Shut that sh!t off! He was in an aisle seat so he could monitor the damn thing. Even if he forgot to turn the ringer off, what? You’re just going to sit there and ignore it and piss the rest of us off? Phruckk no!

This is why my cousin, who was stranded at the airport, doesn’t come to the movies with us!

I’m out like Houston from the playoffs!

what do you think you're doing?

That's the title because I have no clue what I'm doing here; in Blogsville I mean.

I got a comment on an old blog yesterday and then my darling friend Steffi Graff called me today and inquired about it. So I looked the old thing up (honestly, I didn't know which one I was looking up as there are so many) and felt like WOW!!! While I do write rather well, I do write a whole loada crap... BUT I LOVE IT!!!

So, what am I doing here? Good question. I haven't the foggiest! Well, that's not complete truth. I'm here because I feel like blogging but I don't have a darned thing to talk about. Okay, another slight untruth. I do have stuff to talk about but I just don't know what. So, you know what, I'm gonna act like Spalding right now, just before I morph into Patrick Swayze!!!

Actually, that was rather inspiring. Where the hell is Patrick Swayze? What happens to actors yo? If you start young, then your "sell by" date comes and you slip up. When I think of all the older actors acting today, it's like they've been old forever! Or maybe Hollywood is just tired of having movies with over-aged folk trying to act young (who hears Harrison Ford & Sly Stallone chuckling), no?

I don't know what it is but it's hard to find anyone (or thing for that matter) that is truly GREAT!!! I mean, we've always had stars but there was always that class of Bad Ass MuthaWatchYoMouths that just stood out. Case in point, Planet Hollywood's big 3 (Governator, Geriatric Marine & I No Go Die)! Who we got? Nobody really stands out! Big Willy seems to be turning into Mr Blockbuster but I don't know yo.

Okay. The smell of chicken is becoming overwhelming at the office. Need to dig into some right about now. So finish this discussion amongst yo friends by the water cooler or wherever! I'm lazy and hungry so I'm out!

:p

i blog because...

You know, as I am writing this, I really haven't the foggiest what I want to write about.

(Okay. Was that sentence as weird for you as it was for me?)

Anyway, the wheels in this large head of mine are always turning, so i will think of something. Truss!

I guess I should ask myself (on both our behalves - that a word?) why the hell I blog!!! To do that, I guess I have to back track, retrace my steps, then more likely than not, come up with absolutely nothing! It is the Chichi way! All the same, I will still act like a gun for hire and give it a shot. Well, here goes nothing (never has that statement felt more appropriate! Gosh!)

I like to write. A lot. Well, I liked to write a lot, for sure but these days, old MB ain't too sure, ya smell me? Anyways, I liked writing, then at some point, circa 2005/06, Motunrayo Elias and I got into a conversation about writing, as I was employed at a Publishing firm that was squatting in her IT firm's offices. She told me about blogging and I created my first blog but never posted anything until my Fairy BlogMother, Mona (the one and only milklady) and I got chatting. She succeeded in getting me to start blogging, just like she convinced me to become Mr hi5 (regardless of what Leye Gbadamosi tries to say :p)!

Well, just like with hi5, I went blog mad and went from one blog to nine in no time at all. It was fun at first then became hella tedious! Then I started reading other blogs and found that hidden behind hardened exteriors (thank you Mama Naija) existed a lot of talented (often troubled and sometimes disturbed) individuals. It was cool to be a blogger! We the chosen few were internet superstars in our little communities.

Then everybody and they mama had a blog! Jeez! It became hell to keep up! Blogging no be my papa birth right but I personally felt a lot of piss takers emerged but therein lies the beauty and downright ugliness of blogspot - it's free for all! So I did like Mariah and shook it off and kept on with my blog thizzle. Then... it happened!

Jay-Z came to Githi, so i had to head on out to the concert. It was mad and I just had to write about it. I then proceeded to write the longest blog I've ever written. When I was done, I thought there's no way anybody would read that whole thing and really felt hella stupid! But 5 minutes after I posted it, traffic started flowing through. It ended up being my most viewed post (as far as I know anyway) to date. At first, I really loved it and was overwhelmed by all the feedback.

Then, I hated it. For two reasons: secondarily, because from that point on, everyone was expecting me to deliver posts like that 24/7. That wasn't that bad really. What really got my goat was the fact that everyone seemed to love this blog! So how's that a bad thing? Well, I just wrote about stuff that I saw, so personally, no big deal. However, on other posts, where I have exhausted the creative juices and cried blue murder, I just got a few shout outs. It was disheartening. I went into 'artist' mode and flipped blogspot the bird. I turned my back on my fam!

I had a few failed comebacks but then came Aida and BM was back... kinda! Time away from blogspot gave me time to think and put things in perspective. Chichi, it really ain't that serious! Don't be a diva! If you like to blog, blog dammit and stop crying like some little bitch! So, here I am... back in Blogsville... ready to blog... when I want... how I want. In the words of the excellent Lady Sovereign, "Love me or hate me it's still an obsession! Love me or hate me? That is the question! If you love me then THANK YOU! If you hate me, then..." You know the rest.

And another funny thing, people comment about my blog in person, on the phone or via e-mail. So the fact that I don't get comments on my blog don't mean there ain't traffic. Believe it or not, Blog Marley has a little cult following and I appreciate every last one of you. Honest! So I'm back for myself and for you guys as well! Daddy's home!

And where'd my blog be without a Hovi quote: You clone/get out the throne/the King's back!

Like I said. I'd think of something. But what I didn't say was that it'd be sensible, abi? There you go.

:p

So Mr. Chichi, in answer to your question (which you bloody well asked yo damn self), you (I) blog because you (I) can DAMMIT!

Blog Marley out like Nigeria from the U20 World Cup! 4.0 Baby!

Live Free or Die Hard!

That's the motto!

Now get outta here ya filthy animals! Till I feel the urge again.

two fingers in the air!