Virgin Ninja (10)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (10)"
  
   Sitting across from Bobby on a cheap futon, his footing on rustic carpet, in a way, sipping at his steaming glass of green tea smooched with spearmint, the beverage offering protection and energy for the spirit within, which animates the corporeal aspects, forging true soul.  So, the conversation was moving, like this:

JOANNA
I don't do this.  I don't like guys--no girls; I'm not like that, at all.  Couldn't believe she was totally opening up.  Had a bad experience, got over it, like Batgirl, go to Mass weekly, say the Rosary, and watch Ninja movies from the Reagan era--that's me.

BOBBY
Ok.  I'm average everything, hazel eyes with gold flecks, like dogs, work as a janitor at the school, find used rubbers in the trash, all weird kinds of crap, like science fiction, and have read all the works of Philip K. Dick; plus, go to Mass as well, but only on major Holy Days.

JOANNA
What makes for a MAJOR Holy Day?

BOBBY
You know--like Christmas, Easter, Fourth of July--that stuff.

JOANNA
Grinned, adoring his doltish yet debonair delinquent doing holy things to her mind's eye.  So Bobby, why don't we race again, but trade bikes.

BOBBY
No hesitation.  Deal!   

MUSICAL'S - Penelope Cruz Salsa Dancing

Virgin Ninja (9)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (9)"
   
   After the motorcycle race, which Joanna Blanc clearly won, Bobby McQuade followed her home to a humble trailer with a Saint Francis statue out front in a pastoral setting with plenty of platinum jasmine.  They both removed their helmets, unsaddled their bikes, and greeted each other--Joanna having a toothy smile, and Bobby doing the Han Solo half-grin.
   "You're pretty fast."  Bobby stated.
   Joanna blew her short curls of champagne out of her eyes, saying:  "But, you kept up--pretty cool, guy.  Now, are you gonna tell me your name?"
   Bobby puffed out his chest and used his extra vertebrae to stand two inches taller.  "I'm Bobby, Bobby McQuade."
   Joanna shook his hand, continuing her adorable smile:  "I'm Joanna.  And while I don't usually do this--come inside, and we'll have a cold glass of green tea.  You do like tea?"
   Bobby, surprised:  "Well yes.  I love tea."    

Luke's Lightsaber Training

Our Lady of Guadalupe

   
   "Our Lady of Guadalupe"
   
   Not my invocation, yet worthy of honoring the Blessed Virgin:

Our Lady of Guadalupe, Mystical Rose, help all those who invoke you in their necessities!  Since you are the ever Virgin Mary and Mother of the true God, obtain for us from your most holy Son, the grace of keeping our faith, sweet hope in the midst of the bitterness of life, fervent charity, and the precious gift of final perseverance.

In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit--Amen

Johnny Be Good, in blonde fashion

   
   "Johnny Be Good, in blonde fashion"
  
   I'm talking true blondes.  A fake blonde is the real cheat, for she's not really stupid.  Lose a blonde; next, replace with a blonde.  Blondes are like the Real SUPERGIRL, not that channel 18 horse chunky, as love-made blondes are forever shining, but don't lasciviously lust, yet love what looks like an angel, just looks, merely nothing more.  And Fred wasn't even my favorite character on the animated SCOOBY-DOO, for I preferred the dog.  
   So, 1988, JOHNNY BE GOOD, the movie with Anthony Michael Hall and Uma Thurman, a blonde, showcases as how Anthony Michael Hall getting muscles, made him way different than the sophomore Farmer.
   But State or a better school to play football @.  He chooses State; then, Uma Thurman is on a swing set, and he tells her that he's going to State, afterwards--the camera contains her symmetrical blondness, which results in her smoothly saying:  "Johnny Be Good."  And if with Fonzy cool the fun film culminates with him strutting down the street, like HEATHCLIFF, the music playing, for he is sooo cool cause he simply walks the asphalt suburbia on bullshit--I loved the movie.  

Scene from Season One of The Rockford Files