Wed - November 9, 2005
Hodgefuckingpodge #357
My roommate told me that she's moving out in the
middle of December. She's finishing classes soon and decided she wants to move
back up north. SHIT! More on this
later...
***
There's currently a popular Menudo-esque Japanese girl-band called "Morning Musume". Ostensibly they're a musical group, but they pervade many aspects of Japanese culture and media. I've personally never heard their music. In fact, the first exposure I had to them was this (warning: screeching...lots of screeching.)
Mildly amusing. Mostly annoying, but kinda funny. Then today, I come across this clip on Google Video. Again, more screeching, but very very funny to me.
But it makes me think....what the hell do the Japanese do to their celebrities? Like I had said, I've heard that Morning Musume is a musical group, but all I've ever seen is footage of them getting fucked with. And seriously? Sticking a raw pork chop on a teenage girl's head and putting her in a glass box with an agitated monitor lizard? I mean, that's awesome and all, but, seriously, who comes up with this shit?
***
I'm 2 weeks into my run of American Monster's 2. Audiences numbers have been dismal, but I'm still having fun playing a couple of sickos. And the cast is cool. I'm just really friggin tired. I want it to be Thanksgiving already. I really want to cook a turkey. After all these years, I've gotten pretty fucking good at cooking turkey. I'll post a recipe soon.
***
On the cooking note. The latest batch of pickled eggs was a dismal failure. That's the thing about pickled foods like this: you don't find out you fucked up until about a week or two later.
***
Aside from non--stop line memorization for the AM2 understudy show. I've been playing a PS2 game called Shadow of the Colossus.
Sometimes I emphasize to friends and acquaintances how much I like video games. A lot of times this is to make light of my nerdiness. Occasionally it's to show that I don't give a fuck what they think. In the case of Shadow of the Colossus -- this is just a really good fucking game. Beautiful. Artistic. Innovative. It's a fantastic product. I might tell people to check out Grand Theft Auto with a grin and a gleam in my eye. Colossus is a game I tell them about with full earnestness. Check it out if you have a PS2.
***
So yeah, like I said...I'm looking for a new roommate. Anyone know anybody? You can see the email I wrote about this by clicking READ MORE.
***
There's currently a popular Menudo-esque Japanese girl-band called "Morning Musume". Ostensibly they're a musical group, but they pervade many aspects of Japanese culture and media. I've personally never heard their music. In fact, the first exposure I had to them was this (warning: screeching...lots of screeching.)
Mildly amusing. Mostly annoying, but kinda funny. Then today, I come across this clip on Google Video. Again, more screeching, but very very funny to me.
But it makes me think....what the hell do the Japanese do to their celebrities? Like I had said, I've heard that Morning Musume is a musical group, but all I've ever seen is footage of them getting fucked with. And seriously? Sticking a raw pork chop on a teenage girl's head and putting her in a glass box with an agitated monitor lizard? I mean, that's awesome and all, but, seriously, who comes up with this shit?
***
I'm 2 weeks into my run of American Monster's 2. Audiences numbers have been dismal, but I'm still having fun playing a couple of sickos. And the cast is cool. I'm just really friggin tired. I want it to be Thanksgiving already. I really want to cook a turkey. After all these years, I've gotten pretty fucking good at cooking turkey. I'll post a recipe soon.
***
On the cooking note. The latest batch of pickled eggs was a dismal failure. That's the thing about pickled foods like this: you don't find out you fucked up until about a week or two later.
***
Aside from non--stop line memorization for the AM2 understudy show. I've been playing a PS2 game called Shadow of the Colossus.
Sometimes I emphasize to friends and acquaintances how much I like video games. A lot of times this is to make light of my nerdiness. Occasionally it's to show that I don't give a fuck what they think. In the case of Shadow of the Colossus -- this is just a really good fucking game. Beautiful. Artistic. Innovative. It's a fantastic product. I might tell people to check out Grand Theft Auto with a grin and a gleam in my eye. Colossus is a game I tell them about with full earnestness. Check it out if you have a PS2.
***
So yeah, like I said...I'm looking for a new roommate. Anyone know anybody? You can see the email I wrote about this by clicking READ MORE.
Posted at 01:55 AM Read More |
Mon - October 10, 2005
Hodgepodge #1024
I was supposed to let those pickled eggs stew for
about 2 weeks before digging into them, but I got impatient and started after 6
days. They seem pretty done to me. Consensus is: tasty, strong, and, I shit you
not, they somehow make cheap beer taste
fantastic.
I'm going to try different recipe the next time around, just for shits and
giggles. There's a "Scottish" recipe that uses broccoli to turn your eggs a
slight greenish tinge. Very intriguing. This is all a good thing as my body has
recently been running low on vinegar and
brine.
***
I'm house-sitting for Mike while he's in the big apple overseeing the rehearsals for his new play and undoubtably banging cool, leggy, east-ender bohemian types after torrid nights of bar-hopping. When he gets back to LA, he will find, instead, a city of wanna-be starlets and harlots and a small, mysterious jar of pickled eggs in his fridge.
***
I watched A History of Violence this past weekend with Nancy. History of Violence = Fuck yeah. David Cronenberg kicks ass. Viggo Mortensen and Maria Bello kick ass. Actually everyone kicks ass in this movie. Everyone looks like they're having such a good time playing the parts they're playing. I like good movies.
***
On our way out of the theater, I pull Nancy aside and slow her down and put my finger to my lips (sssshhhh.) She becomes immediately alarmed, as the movie has put her at edge. I point to a fella about twenty feet in front of me who seems to be stealing glances at me. His identity is confirmed when his lady friend calls him "Armando". This Armando is some dude that I did classical theater with one summer. Nice guy. Not a big fan of his particular style of acting, but other people seemed to like it. But, really, a nice fella. I just had no desire to small talk with him. We successfully avoided him, and went on our way.
***
That particular Amando situation was really more of a "Dave just doesn't feel like making small talk - with anyone at the moment" situation. But it still makes me feel bad. What makes me feel even worse, are perfectly nice people - genuinely nice people - that I can't stand.
Now, I'm not talking about people that are perfectly nice except for the annoying fact that they are selfish, or are manipulative, or are pedophiles. Those are not "genuinely nice people". They are fuckers - those selfish, manipulative people that might or might not want to screw children if the law allowed them to. I'm talking about people that are really nice. Good. Kind. People that have giving natures and big hearts.
Now sometimes these truly nice, good people have something about them that you don't vibe with. Maybe they can't tell a good joke to save their lives, but they sure keep trying. Maybe their laugh sounds like a stoned hyena. Maybe they're just tooooo chipper.
It makes me feel bad that I get annoyed at these good people. That's why I avoid them. I dunno what my point is. The people I consider my friends are people I respect. They're people that I trust and that I vibe with. People that I like. People that I have things in common with. And of these people, my good friends are the ones that don't annoy me that much.
***
I'm house-sitting for Mike while he's in the big apple overseeing the rehearsals for his new play and undoubtably banging cool, leggy, east-ender bohemian types after torrid nights of bar-hopping. When he gets back to LA, he will find, instead, a city of wanna-be starlets and harlots and a small, mysterious jar of pickled eggs in his fridge.
***
I watched A History of Violence this past weekend with Nancy. History of Violence = Fuck yeah. David Cronenberg kicks ass. Viggo Mortensen and Maria Bello kick ass. Actually everyone kicks ass in this movie. Everyone looks like they're having such a good time playing the parts they're playing. I like good movies.
***
On our way out of the theater, I pull Nancy aside and slow her down and put my finger to my lips (sssshhhh.) She becomes immediately alarmed, as the movie has put her at edge. I point to a fella about twenty feet in front of me who seems to be stealing glances at me. His identity is confirmed when his lady friend calls him "Armando". This Armando is some dude that I did classical theater with one summer. Nice guy. Not a big fan of his particular style of acting, but other people seemed to like it. But, really, a nice fella. I just had no desire to small talk with him. We successfully avoided him, and went on our way.
***
That particular Amando situation was really more of a "Dave just doesn't feel like making small talk - with anyone at the moment" situation. But it still makes me feel bad. What makes me feel even worse, are perfectly nice people - genuinely nice people - that I can't stand.
Now, I'm not talking about people that are perfectly nice except for the annoying fact that they are selfish, or are manipulative, or are pedophiles. Those are not "genuinely nice people". They are fuckers - those selfish, manipulative people that might or might not want to screw children if the law allowed them to. I'm talking about people that are really nice. Good. Kind. People that have giving natures and big hearts.
Now sometimes these truly nice, good people have something about them that you don't vibe with. Maybe they can't tell a good joke to save their lives, but they sure keep trying. Maybe their laugh sounds like a stoned hyena. Maybe they're just tooooo chipper.
It makes me feel bad that I get annoyed at these good people. That's why I avoid them. I dunno what my point is. The people I consider my friends are people I respect. They're people that I trust and that I vibe with. People that I like. People that I have things in common with. And of these people, my good friends are the ones that don't annoy me that much.
Posted at 04:28 AM Read More |
Wed - June 15, 2005
Hodgepodge #999
Steve Jobs just announced that Apples will be
transitioning to Intel processors over the next 2 years. Partly because of this,
the new Macintosh portable lines have not been updated, which they usually are
at this point. Because of this, I still don't have a Mac at home. Because of
this I can only update my blog when I decide to visit work, like I'm doing
today.
***
I still have another 2 weeks of vacation left. The Achievers shoot is going well. It's stressful because it's not just low-budget - it's no-budget. I've missed lots of Propergander shows, and Spiffy's getting lots and lots of stage time. It's a nice little pleasure when I actually get make it to the show and put on my beard.
***
I've been smoking a lot. Like more than I ever have. I smoked a full pack one day. Craft services also doesn't provide much fiber, and since I'm in makeup all the time, I don't want to work out in my free time and sweat it out. My body is craptacular shape right now.
***
Chezmiko?
What the hell is all this "tag" stuff?
***
I came home 2 days ago to find a neighbor (not from my building, but the building next to it) waving me over. I go to the side of the building and he points to one of the upper windows, which has water shooting out of it. I recognize it as the apartment of the really old woman that lives in my apartment.
For those of you that don't know, I have a really old woman that lives in my building. She's like 90 or something.
Great, I think. She's dead. And I have to deal with it now.
I go up and pound on her door. No one answers for a minute. I pull out my phone to call 911, and decide to pound the door one last time. I hear her yelling inside, and I yell back for her to let me in.
The woman's faucet had come out of her kitchen sink and her kitchen was now a geysering flood. There were tools all over the place, leading me to believe that she had spent the last half hour trying to fix it herself. She was shivering and completely soaked and yelling incoherently. I seriously can't understand what the hell this woman is saying when she's calm, let alone when she's freaking out.
I literally yell at the old woman to shut up and put on some dry clothes, which she finally does. I try to fix the sink, unsuccessfully and end up getting just as wet as the old woman. I go downstairs, soaking wet, and tell Eddie to call the manager, which he does.
Plumber comes in about 10 minutes. The woman is dry but still shaking. I'm hoping the she doesn't have a heart attack and die right in front of me. I really don't want her to die in front of me.
Turns out the old woman has a cat. The cat, is sitting on one of the easy chairs and seriously looks like it doesn't give a rat's ass about what's going on in the kitchen. I kinda like that cat now.
But anyway, the plumber's there so if the old woman dies, it's his problem.
I go outside and have a cigarette. 2, in fact.
Later Eddie, the fucker, asks me if the old woman looked hot when she was all wet. That question seriously made the skin on my balls shrivel up.
***
I still have another 2 weeks of vacation left. The Achievers shoot is going well. It's stressful because it's not just low-budget - it's no-budget. I've missed lots of Propergander shows, and Spiffy's getting lots and lots of stage time. It's a nice little pleasure when I actually get make it to the show and put on my beard.
***
I've been smoking a lot. Like more than I ever have. I smoked a full pack one day. Craft services also doesn't provide much fiber, and since I'm in makeup all the time, I don't want to work out in my free time and sweat it out. My body is craptacular shape right now.
***
Chezmiko?
What the hell is all this "tag" stuff?
***
I came home 2 days ago to find a neighbor (not from my building, but the building next to it) waving me over. I go to the side of the building and he points to one of the upper windows, which has water shooting out of it. I recognize it as the apartment of the really old woman that lives in my apartment.
For those of you that don't know, I have a really old woman that lives in my building. She's like 90 or something.
Great, I think. She's dead. And I have to deal with it now.
I go up and pound on her door. No one answers for a minute. I pull out my phone to call 911, and decide to pound the door one last time. I hear her yelling inside, and I yell back for her to let me in.
The woman's faucet had come out of her kitchen sink and her kitchen was now a geysering flood. There were tools all over the place, leading me to believe that she had spent the last half hour trying to fix it herself. She was shivering and completely soaked and yelling incoherently. I seriously can't understand what the hell this woman is saying when she's calm, let alone when she's freaking out.
I literally yell at the old woman to shut up and put on some dry clothes, which she finally does. I try to fix the sink, unsuccessfully and end up getting just as wet as the old woman. I go downstairs, soaking wet, and tell Eddie to call the manager, which he does.
Plumber comes in about 10 minutes. The woman is dry but still shaking. I'm hoping the she doesn't have a heart attack and die right in front of me. I really don't want her to die in front of me.
Turns out the old woman has a cat. The cat, is sitting on one of the easy chairs and seriously looks like it doesn't give a rat's ass about what's going on in the kitchen. I kinda like that cat now.
But anyway, the plumber's there so if the old woman dies, it's his problem.
I go outside and have a cigarette. 2, in fact.
Later Eddie, the fucker, asks me if the old woman looked hot when she was all wet. That question seriously made the skin on my balls shrivel up.
Posted at 03:27 PM Read More |
Tue - March 29, 2005
Hodgepodge #52
Went to Vegas with the roommate this weekend.
Remember what I said before about how this year, Eddie and I were either going
to take over the world, or completely ruin each others' lives. Well, we sure
weren't taking over the world this
weekend.
***
Mike G. got a PSP this week. It's friggin awesome. I don't think I'll get one. Not for awhile, at least.
***
I remember January 2000. How the hell is it that it's damn near April 2005?
***
Just bought "The Incredibles" yesterday. And I watched it again, even though I should have been sleeping. Ray's girlfriend has a friend, Dorothy, with whom I am slightly infatuated with because of her resemblance to the character of "Violet".
***
We're working on the new Propergander show. There's so much to do, but it will be fun. I really like what we have going here. Makes me wonder what the hell I'd be doing otherwise.
***
I've spent a lot of my free time in the past three weeks kickboxing. It makes me very tired and mellow in the evenings, and it's nice to be lean again. However. I find myself wanting to get into fights, just to see what would happen if I really unloaded on a person. The last time I really unloaded on a person was in high school, and I was small, and I didn't know what I was doing so not much came of it.
I'm not angry, mind you. I'm just curious to see what kind of damage I could inflict on another human.
I'm also curious about how much damage I could take. We all know about my midsection. I wonder how my chin is. Maybe I should start a Fight Club or something.
***
I know she doesn't read this, but take care of yourself Sami. Everything will be fine.
***
My motorcycle has been in out of commission for almost 2 months now. I gotta do something about that. Plus, the gas costs alone from driving my minivan are destroying me.
***
Randy just turned 31 last week. That means I'm going to turn 31 soon. There has been, I'd say, a 12 year stretch where I haven't felt like I'm acting my own age. I did for sure before that. I'm wondering when's the next time I'll get that feeling - that I'm acting my own age. Fuck it. My 30's have been fun so far. I should go screw some 19-year-olds or something.
***
Break a Leg, Mawnikers!
***
That's it for now.
***
Mike G. got a PSP this week. It's friggin awesome. I don't think I'll get one. Not for awhile, at least.
***
I remember January 2000. How the hell is it that it's damn near April 2005?
***
Just bought "The Incredibles" yesterday. And I watched it again, even though I should have been sleeping. Ray's girlfriend has a friend, Dorothy, with whom I am slightly infatuated with because of her resemblance to the character of "Violet".
***
We're working on the new Propergander show. There's so much to do, but it will be fun. I really like what we have going here. Makes me wonder what the hell I'd be doing otherwise.
***
I've spent a lot of my free time in the past three weeks kickboxing. It makes me very tired and mellow in the evenings, and it's nice to be lean again. However. I find myself wanting to get into fights, just to see what would happen if I really unloaded on a person. The last time I really unloaded on a person was in high school, and I was small, and I didn't know what I was doing so not much came of it.
I'm not angry, mind you. I'm just curious to see what kind of damage I could inflict on another human.
I'm also curious about how much damage I could take. We all know about my midsection. I wonder how my chin is. Maybe I should start a Fight Club or something.
***
I know she doesn't read this, but take care of yourself Sami. Everything will be fine.
***
My motorcycle has been in out of commission for almost 2 months now. I gotta do something about that. Plus, the gas costs alone from driving my minivan are destroying me.
***
Randy just turned 31 last week. That means I'm going to turn 31 soon. There has been, I'd say, a 12 year stretch where I haven't felt like I'm acting my own age. I did for sure before that. I'm wondering when's the next time I'll get that feeling - that I'm acting my own age. Fuck it. My 30's have been fun so far. I should go screw some 19-year-olds or something.
***
Break a Leg, Mawnikers!
***
That's it for now.
Posted at 12:10 AM Read More |
Sun - February 20, 2005
Hodgepodge #457
I'm tripped out by weird-looking girls that think
they're hot ( or at least front like they are.) Case in point: Devon Aoki. God,
she is so weird-looking to
me.
Also, about a friggin million girls on Livejournal and Xanga that like posting hella pictures of themselves on their blogs. A few are genuinely fun to look at. Others, are kinda weird-looking, and they're the ones that tend to post the most pictures of themselves.
I don't think it's a crime to be weird-looking. I just think it's weird to be weird-looking and be in complete denial about it.
***
It's raining in LA. Usually when it rains this much, my allergies clear up. Not this time, tho. For some reasons, I've got a very very stuffy nose.This sucks.
***
I have several personal and Propergander-related assignments due, but all I want to do these days is finish unpacking. I'm sick of seeing all my crap on my bedroom floor and it boxes in the living room.
***
This monday, I've made it my mission to visit an IKEA and buy some shelves to maximize the vertical space in my tiny-ass room. I will also eat many Swedish meatballs when I'm there. Whatever I cannot finish, I will store in my cheeks and save for later.
Also, about a friggin million girls on Livejournal and Xanga that like posting hella pictures of themselves on their blogs. A few are genuinely fun to look at. Others, are kinda weird-looking, and they're the ones that tend to post the most pictures of themselves.
I don't think it's a crime to be weird-looking. I just think it's weird to be weird-looking and be in complete denial about it.
***
It's raining in LA. Usually when it rains this much, my allergies clear up. Not this time, tho. For some reasons, I've got a very very stuffy nose.This sucks.
***
I have several personal and Propergander-related assignments due, but all I want to do these days is finish unpacking. I'm sick of seeing all my crap on my bedroom floor and it boxes in the living room.
***
This monday, I've made it my mission to visit an IKEA and buy some shelves to maximize the vertical space in my tiny-ass room. I will also eat many Swedish meatballs when I'm there. Whatever I cannot finish, I will store in my cheeks and save for later.
Posted at 12:06 AM Read More |
Wed - January 21, 2004
More Hodgepodge
I've lost my iPod. I can't, for the life of me,
think of where it might be. I'm used to having a soundtrack for my life. Now
it's like a shitty avant-garde student film that's too low-budget to afford a
composer. It's very
distressing.
***
I've been getting quite a few jabs lately about my ability to talk to cats. Now, I know how that must sound, but seriously, I can meow like nobody's business. I've actually been in situations where cats were running away from me and I meowed at them, and the cats full on stopped and came back to me and started meowing back and rubbing up against me.
Now that is some serious shit. Fuck everyone that doesn't believe I can talk to cats. They listen to me. Don't give me crap about it. I'll straight make an army of cats attack you.
***
Today is Chinese New Year. I kinda feel like doing something.
***
I've signed up for a playwriting class. For the first time in years, I feel like writing again.
***
I haven't posted any pictures lately. I'll take care of that soon, hopefully.
***
I've been getting quite a few jabs lately about my ability to talk to cats. Now, I know how that must sound, but seriously, I can meow like nobody's business. I've actually been in situations where cats were running away from me and I meowed at them, and the cats full on stopped and came back to me and started meowing back and rubbing up against me.
Now that is some serious shit. Fuck everyone that doesn't believe I can talk to cats. They listen to me. Don't give me crap about it. I'll straight make an army of cats attack you.
***
Today is Chinese New Year. I kinda feel like doing something.
***
I've signed up for a playwriting class. For the first time in years, I feel like writing again.
***
I haven't posted any pictures lately. I'll take care of that soon, hopefully.
Posted at 12:31 AM Read More |
Fri - November 28, 2003
Hodgepodge
Though none of my friends have had any interest
in seeing it, I watched "Master and Commander" tonight and I totally enjoyed it,
and this is despite the fact that I could barely understand a single goddam word
out of Russell Crowe's mouth. Russell Crowe's trademark muttering + British
accent + 19th century sailor lingo = Seriously, WTF did the Captain just
say?
Actually, there were some grizzled old salt type characters who were even harder to understand, but despite it all, I got it and I enjoyed it.
Eddie once asked me if there was one movie, or type of movie, i could be in, what would it be? I said I couldn't think of one, but if there were two, then they'd be "Saving Private Ryan" and "Goonies". I love war movies, and a I love team movies with kooky characters and "Master and Commander" was both.
I liked it. i wouldn't recommend it to just everyone, tho.
***
I saw it at the Crest theater (on Westwood, just south of Wilshire) and while we were waiting for the movie to start, there was a woman singing on stage with an acoustic guitar. She was good; I totally enjoyed it. The curtains started parting from the screen in the middle of her last song, and the previews started playing and the lights and the images on her face and body and the music all made for a really affecting composition and I thought to myself: Sometimes moments of real life can be just as fantastical as art.
Then I remembered that this was a movie theater. In LA.
***
Now that I've finished reading Stephen King for the moment, I got a chance to catch up on some photo-processing. At the last 2 Ill Again shows I've seen I've taken pictures. The first time around I found myself focusing on Drew, who, I've discovered, is both naturally photogenic and interesting:
So at the last show, I went out of my way to focus more on Randy, cause I didn't get that many shots of him before:
***
Two days ago I was in my car listening to the original version of Dyer Maker by Led Zeppelin, diggin it, and thinking specifically (for some reason) about the fact that this is something that Randy would not go out of his way to listen to. I was actually surprised finding out recently that he was a big fan of The Beatles. Randy listens primarily to Hip-Hop and Rap and Jazz and it's derivatives (soul, funk, etc.) Basically, If a black man didn't help invent it, he generally doesn't really take to it.
But when he's into it, he's deep into it. He knows more about the music he listens to than anyone I know. If I have a jazz or hip hop question he's the first person i go to.
Randy's one of those fellas who appreciates music at a level that i don't think I'll ever reach. Visually as I may be inclined, I still love my music, but I don't think i see it quite the same way Randy does. And my tastes are far more eclectic than his are.
It made me think of the differences between us (of which there are many.) Randy is narrow and deep, and as much as he is so, I am wide and shallow - I know a little bit about a lot of stuff (something that often gives people the impression that I am smarter than I actually am.) Randy knows a lot about a little bit of stuff. I'm making a generalization, of course, I am deep into many areas of my life and Randy's life isn't so constrained. These are the weapons of our character. He is a sword and I am a mace. Or maybe a large mallet.
***
Katie would be a Tai Chi sword. Ornate and tasseled, of course. Technically a weapon, but really an ornament and meant to be admired.
Rickmond would be a magic missile spell (think Dungeon's and Dragons.) Doesn't really matter if they actually exist or not.
Jill would be a dagger from Toledo. Or maybe a stylized throwing dish a la Dark Tower. Unique, stylish, and ostensibly you can eat things off it. <wink>
Eddie would be a Walther P38. Classic, well built, very effective, and fun to shoot.
Amy would be a very strong board with a few nails sticking out of it.
Mike G. would be a laser gun. Not a pistol like you see in sci fi movies, but an actual one. One of the ones that's the size of a small room.
***
What the hell am I writing about? it's 3:21. I'm going to bed.
Actually, there were some grizzled old salt type characters who were even harder to understand, but despite it all, I got it and I enjoyed it.
Eddie once asked me if there was one movie, or type of movie, i could be in, what would it be? I said I couldn't think of one, but if there were two, then they'd be "Saving Private Ryan" and "Goonies". I love war movies, and a I love team movies with kooky characters and "Master and Commander" was both.
I liked it. i wouldn't recommend it to just everyone, tho.
***
I saw it at the Crest theater (on Westwood, just south of Wilshire) and while we were waiting for the movie to start, there was a woman singing on stage with an acoustic guitar. She was good; I totally enjoyed it. The curtains started parting from the screen in the middle of her last song, and the previews started playing and the lights and the images on her face and body and the music all made for a really affecting composition and I thought to myself: Sometimes moments of real life can be just as fantastical as art.
Then I remembered that this was a movie theater. In LA.
***
Now that I've finished reading Stephen King for the moment, I got a chance to catch up on some photo-processing. At the last 2 Ill Again shows I've seen I've taken pictures. The first time around I found myself focusing on Drew, who, I've discovered, is both naturally photogenic and interesting:
So at the last show, I went out of my way to focus more on Randy, cause I didn't get that many shots of him before:
***
Two days ago I was in my car listening to the original version of Dyer Maker by Led Zeppelin, diggin it, and thinking specifically (for some reason) about the fact that this is something that Randy would not go out of his way to listen to. I was actually surprised finding out recently that he was a big fan of The Beatles. Randy listens primarily to Hip-Hop and Rap and Jazz and it's derivatives (soul, funk, etc.) Basically, If a black man didn't help invent it, he generally doesn't really take to it.
But when he's into it, he's deep into it. He knows more about the music he listens to than anyone I know. If I have a jazz or hip hop question he's the first person i go to.
Randy's one of those fellas who appreciates music at a level that i don't think I'll ever reach. Visually as I may be inclined, I still love my music, but I don't think i see it quite the same way Randy does. And my tastes are far more eclectic than his are.
It made me think of the differences between us (of which there are many.) Randy is narrow and deep, and as much as he is so, I am wide and shallow - I know a little bit about a lot of stuff (something that often gives people the impression that I am smarter than I actually am.) Randy knows a lot about a little bit of stuff. I'm making a generalization, of course, I am deep into many areas of my life and Randy's life isn't so constrained. These are the weapons of our character. He is a sword and I am a mace. Or maybe a large mallet.
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Katie would be a Tai Chi sword. Ornate and tasseled, of course. Technically a weapon, but really an ornament and meant to be admired.
Rickmond would be a magic missile spell (think Dungeon's and Dragons.) Doesn't really matter if they actually exist or not.
Jill would be a dagger from Toledo. Or maybe a stylized throwing dish a la Dark Tower. Unique, stylish, and ostensibly you can eat things off it. <wink>
Eddie would be a Walther P38. Classic, well built, very effective, and fun to shoot.
Amy would be a very strong board with a few nails sticking out of it.
Mike G. would be a laser gun. Not a pistol like you see in sci fi movies, but an actual one. One of the ones that's the size of a small room.
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What the hell am I writing about? it's 3:21. I'm going to bed.
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