So, I started streaming, via Netflix, the movie version of Vonnegut’s “Slaughterhouse Five.” Decided I’d rather watch it on a real screen, so it’s in the queue (heck, maybe Netflix isn’t so much offering streaming so you watch the movie but so you book it in the queue and stick around long enough to get it in the mail – evil geniuses, they are!).
Instead, I just clicked on the 1981 movie “Heavy Metal” to stream. I can’t recall a thing about it, other than that as a child I think I wasn’t supposed to watch it because of cartoon boobies and blood.
Well, I’m an adult now.
I can type one handed to cartoon nudity AS MUCH AS I LIKE.
(Or, well, not at all).