Small Minded Soccer Moms

I saw the movie mother! tonight.

I won’t be reviewing the movie.


To the small minded soccer moms in the same theater as me (during a 4:50pm showing):

I’m sorry you don’t know what an allegory is, nor a metaphor, nor an artistic symbol.

You must’ve read that Robert Frost poem and thought that man was just taking a long stroll in the snow.

Anyway, the same phony intellects that LOVED Inception (hated it! A dream within a dream within a dream within a dream? Fuck you, Nolan) after hearing about glowing reviews, are the same phonies who saw something about this movie getting an F and decided way before showtime that they disliked this movie.

Enough to cackle and boo during quiet scenes with low sounding dialog. Grown ass women, whom I saw outside the theater as one declared, “Sharknado was a better movie!”

Seriously, I hope you choke on your Cheesecake Factory dinners so that we can harvest your organs for the actual smart people.

Next time, go see the LEGO movie. That’s more your speed.


I See What They Did There

Anyone watching “disjointed” on Netflix? If not, it’s a half hour comedy by Chuck Lorre (Two and a Half Men, Mom) filmed in front of a live audience starting Kathy Bates.

Oh, and it’s about a legal cannabis business. And its owner (Bates), as well as her employees.

I won’t go too much into it, because this post is not a review BUT I will say this: I love the Pete character. It is SO spot on.

Anyway, there is a particular character suffering from PTSD. While confiding in another character he talks about being able to cope during the day, but it’s later when he’s home alone when it becomes hardest to cope. Medicated or not.

And I’m here thinking: Man, I know how that feels. It sucks. Being alone and having to like deal with like shit and stuff. (So poetic, I know) (And I had a time like that once. Maybe twice)

And then I started thinking…stoned, of course…Man, if there was like someone out there who found themselves alone having a hard time and just wanted to chat with someone. Shoot the shit to pass some time, I would totally do that for someone. Someone I don’t even know. You know?

I’m a big fan of texting, and email, and DMs, even PMs… Look, what I’m saying is, if you want that… That human connection (NOT SEXTING) (EVEN THOUGH I’M REALLY GOOD AT IT. BUT SERIOUSLY) with someone… I can do that. And if you ended up here (how?!) on my blog, then yes. Let’s talk about coping, or whatever. Find me @xojmo


I have been told I’m inspirational, but whatever. Back patted.

Otherwise, everyone else should check out disjointed (lowercase on purpose). It’s for mature audiences but not cuz of the weed I don’t think, but rather the use of the word “fucking.”

Also, #whitegirlsandweed