Sunday, April 19
panning for old
Lately each time I sit down to write, instead of cranking out a somewhat complete story of katie yore, it's been a pile of trigger-induced randomness that makes a whole lot of no-sense except to me. And then sometimes not even.
Now because I'm extremely kind, I've spared you any uber-silliness of random thoughts that are as f'd up as pigs in space. Though holy crow, I really miss Pigs in Space. Mind you Veterinarian's Hospital also brings back fond memories of televisions with dials and the notion that remote controls were something out of a James Bond movie. Have I mentioned that lately I find it slightly disturbing that I can remember the days before bank machines, remotes for televisions, and sweet baby Jesus, I remember the days before Betamax and VHS. I may have even had my first date before those items became the every day norm and I think I'm going to have a panic attack now.
Speaking of attack, I had my tunes cranked the other day and I forgot how easy it is to get lost in Massive Attack. How my fancy got hardcore tickled when I blindly chose the movie Go at the theatre one night. Not only did the show give me a dead sexy Timothy Olyphant and Taye Diggs, it changed my mind about present day zombie girl Katie Holmes, all wrapped up in a tickity-boo soundtrack. That film is definitely on my top ten list. Which one, I'm not sure, but it's on one of my top ten lists most certainly. Probably the one that also has Very Bad Things. Yeah, I liked that movie and I'll admit it.
Oh and my official first date was to the movies. This is Spinal Tap. I remember being very confused because I wasn't sure if it was really a documentary or not (if you really think I thought it was real, tsk, tsk, I just play dumb online)(I have a bumper sticker on my back that says "my other job is neurosurgeon")
Hey, my daughter's current number one musical request these days is Yeah Yeah Yeahs Zero. She knows the words because she was singing along full blast today. Or at least I think she knows the words. I come from a long line of "excuse me while I kiss this guy" kind of folks and I'm kind of hoping she didn't inherit my talent to butcher lyrics or teeth for that matter.
Not that I butcher teeth, I just have bad ones and I hope my daughter hasn't inherited them. Did you ever see that episode of The Simpsons when Lisa needs braces and the dentist shows her the Big Book of British Smiles? Yeah, I'm stopping the free association theme right here before I scare everyone away.
Flexing the atrophed blog muscle is more painful than initially expected. Next up: magnets for weirdness ~ anyone able to relate?