I can't decide whether this lockdown mentality is good for me or not. It's sure taken the wind out of my sails when it comes to hitting the road but that's probably the same for all of us. This can sometimes be a bad thing - particularly if you happen to be sitting at your desk at Disney/Marvel. I heard on the 'vine this week that the part of Kraven the Hunter had been offered to Keanu Reeves as they persist in trying to find a home for him in the Marvel Universe.

Seriously? Kraven? Nobody cared about the character when it came to the comics, never mind creating something of a legacy on the movie screen. I'm sure Reeves can be an integral part of the MCU but Kraven is not it. He's a great idea delivered badly on the page and I don't see any Marvel fanboy getting excited about it any day of the week for the movies. While Reeves would make a killer addition to the pantheon, Kraven is frankly, a really dumb idea. There's only one character left in the MCU we really want Reeves playing and it's one nobody wants to see done badly again. This guy:

Ghost Rider is the red-headed step-child of the MCU thanks (mostly) to Nicholas Cage but all is not lost thanks to the stable performance of Gabriel Luna in the S.H.I.E.L.D series. If there's a better part for Reeves, I'd love to hear what you've got in mind, but here's the deal: Kraven is an empty shell that nobody cares about.

When you're talking about the Sinister Six (which is where I think they are heading in SpiderLand, the conversation goes: "Doctor Octopus, Vulture, Electro, Mysterio and er... who are the other two?". For the record that would be Kraven and Sandman, who is arguably the worst character ever created. A man made of sand? Come on...

Ghost Rider has a solid history (comically speaking), a great backstory and all we really want from Reeves in MCU is some kind of John Wick.

Don't tell me you're not all thinking it.

Meanwhile, still in the MCU, WandaVision continues to be something of a curio. It should be great - and it is, I'm really enjoying it - but I think it's going to take Marvel more than this first TV series to find their feet with the format. Unless you're a long term comics nerd or a deep YouTube diver, so much of the weeks show is spent on easter-egg references, it's left the actual viewing experience a little weak and no amount of looking wonderful can cover for it. Did I get a kick out of seeing The Incredibles and The Parent Trap showing at the cinema in one scene? Oh yeah, I sure did. Did my daughter ask me what I was laughing at? Yes she did.

Is everybody supposed to get the Fantastic Four reference (and that's just one of many) and know about Mephisto/Nightmare (take your pick out of those characters at the moment). I'm probably being a little harsh because I expected great things and while I'm getting them, it's still not enough.

Some people are never bloody satisfied, but hey - they sold me the dream. I'm starting to think I should have done with this what I did with The Mandalorian: wait until had finished screening and chew it all up at once.

Meanwhile, away from the TV, I hid myself away with a copy of Richard Brautigan's Sombrero Fallout. You may well ask 'who?' at this point and that would be fair but if you like a book that is short, asks nothing of you and delivers everything, maybe it's time you got yourself acquainted.

Brautigan is something of a cult writer. Nobody really talks about him anymore (hell, nobody talked about him when he was alive either) though I believe Harry Styles has done his part by experimenting with psychedelics recently and getting into it - there's no other reason to call a song Watermelon Sugar unless you've read Brautigan's book of the same name.

Anyway, Sombrero Fallout is sort of two stories dropped on top of each other. The first is about a writer coming to terms with the loss of his Japanese lover and when he can't find the right words in trying to escape his misery, he begins a story about a sombrero that falls out of the sky and lands in a small town. Unable to concentrate he throws the pages in the bin, and that's when it starts to take on a life of its own... and that pretty much sums up all of Brautigan's books.

I've read it before but because it will take a decent reader little more than an hour or so to read, I figured I would reacquaint myself with it along with the style. I feel the need to write another book right now but I haven't got the attention span for anything of major substance - heading towards something of a long short story/novella is really where my head is at these days and you can do a lot worse than study the master of the style.

Besides you've got to have a cold, cold heart not to love a guy who is brave enough to wear this hat and sweater combo:

See you next Saturday for more.

Be cool to each other.