
Hey, y’all, what’s happening? I have finally returned after an extended visit to the Mideast and am looking forward to dishing out some more dirt on what’s going on. The stage may be different, but the play’s the same… Make a movie, sit around and chat, plus gather up all of the goodies that you can.
Speaking of goodies, I hear that Rick Arnold has finally out of his condo and into a house. And not just a house, but a medium one, capable of holding as many films as he can stack, seven vehicles (thanks to an expanded garage), fifteen franchises, ten items and a whopping thirty-five awards. I bet Rick’s happy now, ‘cause he had very little elbow room in that Hollywood Springs dig of his.
Rick’s got a good-sized film library, with twenty-three selections to kick back to on a dreary night. I’m especially fond of Enter the Dragon. Sure, Bruce Lee’s skills will forever be unparalleled, but I get a sidestepping kick out of John Saxon. If we were to list out the top one hundred guys who “kick butt” in the movies, the 70-year-old actor probably wouldn’t be mentioned. But, when in his late thirties, Saxon appeared as Roper in one of the greatest martial arts films ever made, he did some mighty fine ass kicking. When Roper defeated the formidable Bolo, it was almost a victory for us regular guys who fantasize about being an action star on the big screen. I guess it didn’t hurt to be a student of Bruce Lee’s system and to have a black belt in real life, huh. (If you are bored and have the time, check out the life of Bolo Yeung using Google or something. His story is rather interesting.)
Anyway, back to Rick’s abode. Rick’s our current franchise pricer, but he only has two to his self – The Zombie Survival Guide and the Ultima video games. The first installment of ZSG is in the theatre now, currently in its sixth week of the brain-eating dead sneaking up on their hapless victims. Rumor has it that Rick is picking up a third franchise soon. Maybe it will have room for a cameo by an aggressive non-lethal bee. I’d be willing to take the role, as long as services provided enough honey on the snack table.
Items, items, items. Rick’s house is bustin’ with them. He even has two toy chests, capable of holding an incredible forty action figures. He currently owns eleven of the toys, including a rare King Kong figure. I hear that Rick went ape over acquiring this item. Ha. In the long run, these toys are a good deal – they add $1.1 million to the advertising budget of Rick’s films. Hubba hubba. I hear that he’s wanting to get rid of the second toy chest, so give him a holler if you’re looking for a bargain.
Speaking of rarities, Rick owns the alien attack vessel from Independence Day! Wow! Can you imagine pulling up to the drive-through window in that? (I refuse to do an overused “I’ve got to…” joke.) Sitting on the dash is another rare item, a Harvey Pekar bobble head.
Hmm. I’ve sat here for ten minutes trying to think of a stupid Harvey Pekar jibe, but I can’t come up with one.
Awards are what Rick’s really stocked up on. He has seventeen of the things, including one that allows Mr. T to appear in a film for free up to one allowing Steven Spielberg to direct for free. I can live without those Josh Whedon “Firefly” awards. Fireflies are overrated. They have a low tolerance for alcohol and enjoy waking you up in the middle of the night with their bright shining hind ends. Sheesh.
Okay, there’s a quick run-through of Rick’s place, a nice Tudor (I think it’s a Tudor. What do I know, I’m a bee! I live in a hive!) over on the east side of town. One question remains: How come no house warming party, Rick? Afraid that we’ll trash the place? C’mon already, through a shindig and show off some of your things. Invite some pretty young things over. Let us all get acquainted. Heck, it’s been a while since I’ve been allowed to pollinate, if you know what I mean.
I have a feeling that Rick has had Ted Raimi over on several occasions, watching cheap horror films and exchanging trivia on the latter’s brother, Sam. Oh, well. Maybe we should all just bust in some time and have our own party! Heck, I need to move out of the hive and into a place like Rick’s. Sharing a place with several hundred other fellas and one temperamental gal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.
See you again soon!