I heard they didn't like the light. Incredible String Band: The No-sleep Blues. I don't actually have to listen to them anymore, they have cut grooves in my brain and play themselves. Just like the movies/films/cinema that I love. I can play them in my head and recite them word for word. When I was studying m/f/c I lived in theaters (say theatre and show off). I watched an average of 15 m/f/c (see how things come back to bite you? I'm using "Film" from now on.) a week. That's on screen, not counting TV (Say television, TV is a life-style). No films on tape or disk in those dark ages. When I found a FILM that was especially tricky (Like Wait Until Dark) I would sit in the back row and watch the audiance rather than the FILM. It was very instructive. Do you know that a rapt audiance looks much like a field of tall grass in the wind? Thay all sway and weave together. That's when the FILM has grabbed them. When it has no hold the grass breaks into clots and clumps and moves every which way. Stop me if you've heard this one. I think I've written this entry before. Or is it just Desilu (the mysterious feeling you've seen it before, much like dejavu)? I really don't know and I have no intention of reading through all my past entries just to find out (feel free, I dare you. But there are no prizes. There have never been any prizes and there will never be any prizes). And what does all this have to do with George of Jungle? Nary a thing children, it's all just me letting my fingers babble on and on and on. But...so, kidnicks, what's your favorite jumped-like-a-frog-on-a-hotplate movie (damn!) moment? The one that emptied your popcorn bag and caused your date (or merely the friend or stranger seated next to you) to dump a giant sized cold soda in your lap? A figure leaping drom the darkness? An explosion that happens sudenly without warning? An unmasking that fried your eyes? The first time you were exposed to full frontal nudity? Let's hear it. Let us compare notes. Interact, damn your eyes! Am I alone in this theatre (theater)? Alone is relative: I'm always in a crowd of me, I was wondering if any of you were here with me(s). As if it were important. As if anything mattered...ah yes, philosophy again. That's a good place to stop. Actually it is better to stop before that. And here we are, at the end of the blathering segment and into the meat of the matter (matter is energy). Ball points, photos, plastic people, grunch. Yada yada yada. I'm on the brink of vapor lock here, at the edge of the dead zone. Between ideas, stalled, tide's out, nobody lives here anymore. I'm sure you've all been here too...or maybe not, maybe it's just me(s). I'm not sure myself(ves). In a moment I'll (the joke is old now so we'll just skip that part) be slithering off to my room to pick up a pen and see what happens. Any tips? Any suggestions (I know that's going to cost me)? What do you do when you find yourselves wondering just what will you do? In any case this too shall pass. It's just a question of now, or later. Until then, then, there I am, gone.
P.S. Oh yes, by the way...who to who in what: Do I have to kill you to prove that I like you? Hint: there are horses in this one.