So sayeth a woman.

I slept in. And it was awesome.

Last night, I had the realization that not only is the original Conan the Barbarian one of those movies chocked full of wisdom, but it is also the single best romantic movie ever. Dudes watch it and long for a woman like Valeria. A chick who would fight demons for them. A chick who would, in her own words, “come back from hell to fight by the your side”. A chick who, whilst painted up like a commando and bleeding to death from being shot with a snake, would like into their eyes and say something like “let me breathe my last breath into your mouth”.

That. Is. So. Fucking. Metal.

Babies everywhere.

Also, Conan’s prayer to Crom? Brilliant. I think anyone who prays to a god or whatever, should pray like that.

“Dear God, please help me do this thing that I think you’ve set me on the path to do, but can’t be sure of because you don’t actually talk to me, but instead send cryptic easily misinterpreted messages. Also, if you won’t help me succeed in this task, then fuck you Jo-bu. I’ll hit the curveball myself. Amen.”

I guess I always forget how brilliant Conan is until I watch it again. So good.

Today is derby day. No football until next week. And I have some stuff to do before then. Like read some more of “Heat Wave” by Richard Castle.

Have a wonderful weekend. More soon. ~Crom