Few musical artists are as universally revered for their songwriting craft than Elvis Costello. He looks down on mere mortals from the pantheon of wordsmiths like Bob Dylan, Lennon/McCartney, and Bruce Springsteen. In addition to his distinctive, dramatic singing voice he is known for a biting literary wit. The latter never hit home for me until I started perusing his lyrics in research for this article. I discovered song after song after song about bad relationships, love lost, love gained tenuously, cheating, wondering about lost lovers’ new romances, awkward sex and self-loathing. I had no idea that I had been listening to such a vast wasteland of morose musings, for oftentimes these thoughts and themes are delivered with such an accessibly catchy mechanism.

I haven’t written anything since NOVEMBER?!?!?!?

We have some catching up to do. I’ve been to the movies a lot. Here’s what I’ve seen:

There Will Be Blood (2007)

Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead (2007)

Once (2007)

Juno (2007)

No Country for Old Men (2007)

Zod was flying across country when it suddenly became very important for him to find a bathroom in the immediate future. Using his super-vision he spotted a campground below him and swooped down to use the facilities.

Zod finished his business and went to wash his hands but his hygiene was interrupted when the door was kicked in. The empty doorway was quickly filled with the massive figure of Jason Voorhees, clad in his worksuit and wielding his trademark machete.