I’m not sure which planet, in which galaxy, dictates Nicolas Cage’s circadian rhythm, but he’s recently come out of dormancy, cycled into an active phase and was spotted roaming a New Orleans cemetery. Nic, having molted his previous leather skin, visited his own tomb in St. Louis 1 cemetery wearing shiny new leather skin. And he’s taken a new mate. According to People, Nic stopped by to commune with his eventual final resting place on Fat Tuesday wearing matching leather outfits with a new “mystery woman.” Coincidentally (?!?!), next month marks the 1 year anniversary of Nicolas Cage’s 4-day marriage to Erika Koike.
I don’t play video games so I don’t really know what Lara Croft’s deal is supposed to be. I did see the first movie with Angelina Jolie and it was fun to watch a female lead be a swashbuckling adventurer who seemed to give few if any fucks. Now I’ve just watched the newest trailer for the new reboot simply called Tomb Raider starring Alicia Vikander and I’m spitting mad for no good reason. In #thesetryingtimes, you’d think I’d have something better to get worked up about. Yet, here we are.