There's a gigantic moth battering against my bedroom light as I write this. It sounds like a ping pong ball being rattled around inside a mason jar. It's the size of a mouse, practically. A baby mouse. I feel sorry for it but I don't know how to catch it without crushing its wings in my huge and unwieldy fingers. Stupid moth.
Today was a weird day. I did some talking about emotional stuff, had revelations regarding feelings and whatnot, and that was probably good. Or something. I can't help qualifying everything I think, these days, at least a hundred times. But the point is that I think things anyway, or whatever. Maybe. I don't know?
I love the Tenacious D movie, to change the subject (please god), and I've watched it four times since I bought an used copy at Scarecrow Video in Seattle, a place that makes Videomatica look understocked. I'm seriously considering buying the movie album so I can learn the words to all the songs and impress people by singing them constantly. Constantly.
I have to seriously consider everything I buy these days. It's not even really a money thing, although there's that, but I'm trying to avoid buying stupid shit as often as I used to. Mostly I fail to reach this goal, and end up with little Animal Crossing figurines and whatnot from the Japanese market, but well thought-out purchases are still my aim. In theory.
My other recent Seattle purchase, the Onitsuka Tigers, (best shoe name ever, though PF Flyers take runner-up), are bringing me great joy and good fortune. Wherever I wear them, whatever I'm doing, I feel a little more able to perform a roundhouse kick to the jaw or catch up with a speeding train on foot. The shoelace express, mothafuckas!
Yeah. I love those parts in movies where the people run to catch up to a speeding train (maybe not exactly speeding, but definitely non-stationary) and jump into the open (why?) freight car so they can spend the night crossing the country drifter-style, with harmonicas and bundles tied to sticks, and a grandpa-style pipe or two. I mean, I just totally love that stuff. Run for that train! Reach that convenient boxcar! Ride them rails!
There was this movie with young Al Pacino and Gene Hackman where they did that a lot. Scarecrow, I think it was called? It was mainly all long, slow pans of dust-bowl scenery. Sort of Waiting for Godot-ish. In a bad way.
Now I'm rambling. I'm tired again. Bad to always post when tired. Bad me. Stop now.
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For the moth dilemma: turn off the light and turn on one outside of your bedroom.
(hence: like a moth to a flame)
Judah is laughing at me while I type.
I want to meet your Onitsuka tigers. Yes, meet. They are that fantastic that they can't just be seen. (I have always wanted a pair, but I've never seen cool colours anywhere here.)
I hope we can talk soon... I need to hear the in-person/in-voice lowdown on the life of Claire.<3<3<3
Kimi - You are a genius. You are the opposite of that moth. I want to dandle Judah on my knee as soon as possible. Dandle dandle.
Jess - My Tigers aren't much in the way of colours. They are, however, the exact shoes that Uma Thurman wears in Kill Bill when she goes to murder Vivica Fox in front of her daughter. You'll see. They are the rads.
Tenacious D is indeed one of my very favourite things. I love the "feeed-ddee-de-de-de schchooda-bebebebeb" jtuff that JD does. Plus! Meatloaf as his dad. Baby JD is the coolest.
If you like Tenacious D, do check out FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS. They have a song called "Business Time" that is hi-larity.
p.s. Greek day was alright. You know, gyros and so on. I didn't see the baby changing funeral thing. But how weird is that? Funerals and babies are like gasoline and sugar. In the way that they just don't mix.
Those stick/bag combo things hobos often had, back in the day, is called a bindle.
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