Eraserhead.
Last night was my first witnessing of the delerious psychosis that is David Lynch's disturbing cinematic joy. If you haven't seen it, I'm not going to tell you a thing about it. You'll have to do for you what you feel you can do for you in terms of watching Eraserhead. For those of you who have seen it... "In heaven... every thing is fine..." Oh man. I sure freakin' hope Lynch gets off his ass about releasing it on DVD.
Oh my me... it IS for purchase on DVD... hold on, one moment and I'll be right back...
sorry... I had to do it.
now I want the Mary X poster... not to mention I still want to get a couple Alex Gray posters... hmm. maybe next month.
What was I talking about? What was I saying? Have I mentioned it was a busy and good day?
I nearly was offered a part time job at KBOO based on my data entry skills alone, which is clueing me into some new references to put on the resume in my new quest for a new job so that I can stop using the word new profusely.
I had this dream last night where I was at work and I entered some new group for employees covering dreams and desires and things affecting them in daily life, and they called on me as I walked in and every time I tried to talk the room got bigger and the echoes got louder and people could never hears so I kept on starting again and again, and then I noticed my ex sitting in the room, now with long hair, and I actively avoided her looks which caused her to leave the room, and after the group was over I went about my day and my ex finally came and found me and we were driving around in this really large vehicle, eventually into this club where this other coworker was partying with her friends, with my coworker confiding in me that she wanted some love at the moment that my ex was telling me that the reason she was in portland was to hook up with her new boyfriend who had gotten her pregnant and for whatever reason she wanted to see me, and get my phone number and I was very much torn up a little on the inside because she seemed very desperate and did not want to go away from me which is not like her at all and then her boyfriend showed up and he was a real thuggy hispanic dude with his thuggy friends and she left and I sat there for a long time in my dream looking at the stars in the sky and wondering just what it all meant, amazed that she even still thinks about me, even in my dreams.
Heh heh heh... Bill Hicks is so cool.
The best barista in all of Portland, Vanessa (a non-SG soul), clued me into a little book about the "in the meantime" phenomenon of love and relationships, and man, ain't that the truth. Meantime. That's what video games are for, right? Or was that masturbation? Or are they connected?
"Jesus was a squirrel hunter?"
Last night was my first witnessing of the delerious psychosis that is David Lynch's disturbing cinematic joy. If you haven't seen it, I'm not going to tell you a thing about it. You'll have to do for you what you feel you can do for you in terms of watching Eraserhead. For those of you who have seen it... "In heaven... every thing is fine..." Oh man. I sure freakin' hope Lynch gets off his ass about releasing it on DVD.
Oh my me... it IS for purchase on DVD... hold on, one moment and I'll be right back...
sorry... I had to do it.
now I want the Mary X poster... not to mention I still want to get a couple Alex Gray posters... hmm. maybe next month.
What was I talking about? What was I saying? Have I mentioned it was a busy and good day?
I nearly was offered a part time job at KBOO based on my data entry skills alone, which is clueing me into some new references to put on the resume in my new quest for a new job so that I can stop using the word new profusely.
I had this dream last night where I was at work and I entered some new group for employees covering dreams and desires and things affecting them in daily life, and they called on me as I walked in and every time I tried to talk the room got bigger and the echoes got louder and people could never hears so I kept on starting again and again, and then I noticed my ex sitting in the room, now with long hair, and I actively avoided her looks which caused her to leave the room, and after the group was over I went about my day and my ex finally came and found me and we were driving around in this really large vehicle, eventually into this club where this other coworker was partying with her friends, with my coworker confiding in me that she wanted some love at the moment that my ex was telling me that the reason she was in portland was to hook up with her new boyfriend who had gotten her pregnant and for whatever reason she wanted to see me, and get my phone number and I was very much torn up a little on the inside because she seemed very desperate and did not want to go away from me which is not like her at all and then her boyfriend showed up and he was a real thuggy hispanic dude with his thuggy friends and she left and I sat there for a long time in my dream looking at the stars in the sky and wondering just what it all meant, amazed that she even still thinks about me, even in my dreams.
Heh heh heh... Bill Hicks is so cool.
The best barista in all of Portland, Vanessa (a non-SG soul), clued me into a little book about the "in the meantime" phenomenon of love and relationships, and man, ain't that the truth. Meantime. That's what video games are for, right? Or was that masturbation? Or are they connected?
"Jesus was a squirrel hunter?"
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That would be neat. Of course, I'm three to four years away from that.
You're swell too. Total cutie!