Some Musings About Love, Mermaids and the Evils of CannibAlism

First of all, I would like to give a big "Shout Out" to Lisa Ruefenacht, who is really awesome and very lonely because her man lives in Texas.  Man, Texas.  Who does Texas she think she is?

Also, I wanna talk about The Swimming Song.  This song, like no other, has the ability to cause me to cry almost immediately.  If you see me and can hear this song, I am probably holding back tears.  This song reminds me of Lee Stratford, he showed it to me.



Once, Becca Thomas, a friend of mine and Lee's wrote a movie about us and for us to act in.  In the movie Lee was very sad and anxious and terrified about life and women.  He sought me as his friend and oracle (and I think it was supposed to be implied that maybe I was in love with him).  So, I took him to a swimming pool to help him overcome his fear of water as a first step to living free and happy.  I taught him to swim.  I thought it was sweet.  While we were under the water he met a beautiful mermaid and learned how to love her and lived happily ever after.   I actually met two ever more beautiful mermaids and they tried to kill and eat me.  I learned to not let mermaids, or anything for that matter kill and/or eat me no matter how beautiful they are.  It seems that I had a thing or two to learn also. 

Anyway, my point is that Becca obviously new about my love for this song and Lee and wrote the movie based on them.

PS.  I am absolutely going to do some informal swimming in a reservoir this summer.

This post used to be about how horribly sick I have been since Tuesday, but I decided it was a bit too mopey.  It's true,  I have been feeling ill and this post is still a shameless plea for something to happen.  Call,send a telegram, come over and light my house on fire.  I'm bored.  Any change would be welcome.  Reading makes me nauseated so I can't study until that calms down.  Movies give me a headache.  My fever has been gone long enough to guarantee I am no longer contagious, so don't worry about catching the flu from me when you come over to light the house on fire.  I can't spread it.

I was talking with Electronic Lisa today and she asked me how I was feeling, I said, "Have you seen The Never Ending Story? Where Artax gives into the sadness in the swamp of despair? Yeah, it's prety much just like that."

But seriously, folks, who watched this as a child and didn't cry?  Nobody.  Jeffrey Dahmer bawled at this part.



If anybody out there has not seen this movie you need to change that right away.  I will help, you can ask me.  If you bring it t my house and watch it with me this weekend, I will name my guitar after you.  I am serious.  Not just my acoustic Norman,  I am talking about my Electric Blue 1962 Reissue American Strat with the Rosewood fretboard.  Strats don't get any prettier.  It's a good guitar. 

Goodbye Blue Monday

I watched Moon and The Hurt Locker yesterday.  I watched them each twice.  I am going to take a break from sad movies and other sad things until at least the end of February, probably the end of March. Maybe forever.

Girls

I am getting excited about seeing these kids this weekend.  I think the last of these four songs is my favorite.  I haven't decided which video is my favorite.  The second video is just some fan made thing, so its kinda crappy.



Also, in case you didn't know, its all about guitar solos. On the video just below 1:08-1:35 is the section in question. Don't you dare just fast forward to that part. it's a bad habit to bypass the buildup and skip right to the climax. It makes it cheap and you lose the full effect. If you have to do this for the guitar solo in "Whole Lotta Love" I understand, because those two minutes of buildup are really just nonesense. Led Zeppelin was oversexed and trying to trick us. Also, it's not really ALL about guitar solos.

Pen Pals and whatnot

I now have a PenPal. Her name is Madeleine and she is 8 years old. Ah, to be 8! I think I have a pretty good handle on 8... well a better handle than most, anyway. I doubt this PenPal correspondence will be completely honest. I have big ideas. This is, after all, the same girl to whom I gave her weight in Ghirardelli Chocolate for her Birthday.

A Tangent: in 1956, when my father was 5 years old his uncle Shelby (who was the CEO of General Mills and, obviously, quite wealthy) called him on Christmas morning and asked to talk with him. "Bill! Did you get the Pony? I really hope you love the Pony," he said. Although he easily could have afforded it, Shelby had sent him no Pony, he just got a kick out of having a kid believe him and then get crushed when his parents tried to explain why Shelby lied like that. I think this was a pivot point in Shelby's relationship with my Paternal Grandparents. That story really happened, by the way.

I kind of feel like my birthday gift was kind of similar, with the exception of not crushing the Christmas dreams of children and mine was delicious. I don't know what ended up happening to the chocolate, but I am sure Maddie didn't eat it all. I was afraid Megan, Madeleine's mother, would throw it away, which is why I bought Ghirardelli. You can't simply throw chocolate of that quality into the trash. At the very least, you have to give it to someone.

Anyway, I wrote Madeleine the first letter today. I now need to write it out by hand... on better paper... and then get it postmarked from Peru.

I spent today in Roy at a funeral.  It was nice.  I also finished reading a very good book, and I think I will read it again and then read its sequel... and then its equal.

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I just want that timer there, out where we can see it.

woman's intuition

One may be tempted to read into things that really shouldn't be read into.  Well, not that they "shouldn't" be read into, but just that nothing reliable can be gleaned from reading into some things.  Actually, scratch that.  Who do I think I am kidding?  We are all saying things even when we aren't saying things and I am tired of playing dumb.  It's time I manned up to my Woman's Intuition.  It's actually quite easy to know why one does what one does.

Don't stop me now

I just got done with my first midterm in 3 years.  We were supposed to study a recommended 6-8 hours but I decided to only study 45 minutes.  I missed one out of 54 questions, so I guess that was an okay choice.  I'm bragging.  Whatever.  Now I am going to see The Hurt Locker and eat at The Pi.  Nobody can stop me.

Also, Shostakovich, I think, is the best possible person to listen to while studying.
Also, today in my Logic class my professor said, "I go to be hanged on yonder scaffold." And I thought it was pretty funny, because what he was really doing was acknowledging that his logic was paradoxical, at least I think that's what he meant.  I like it when people just throw out somewhat obscure references references to old books as justification for their actions.  Or something.

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I just did the best thing I have done in a very long time and feel better than I have in probably just as long.  I'd tell you, but it's a secret.  I just wanted you to know. 

I'm feeling bloggy.  My doctor told me I can't run anymore because of various back problems/pressures.  I don't know if he means just outside on pavement or if I can't even run on a treadmill.

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interests me, because maybe if I ran with better form I would have less back pain when I do it.  I tried that this morning while running on a treadmill.  I tried landing on the balls of my feet.  It actually hurt much less and was soooo much easier.  I was something of the king of that treadmill.  It was like running and having someone pushing me forward, I had to turn the thing up.  I think maybe bad form has been my problem for awhile.

I may buy some of these fancy shoes, which look ridiculous.  But, for what it is worth, the two people I have seen wearing them have the type of build I would like to have and do the types of exercise I think is the most natural and beneficial.  

Also, my mother's toxicology report came in this morning.  The only abnormal thing was that she had a slightly elevated level of Amitriptyline in her system.  She takes that stuff to go to sleep sometimes.  So, the coroner said he thought it was very likely that she just accidentally took a double dose, which happens frequently to people on lots of medications; I imagine especially when they have brain injuries.  And so it goes.

Groundhog Day

I'll watch this today with anybody who wants to.  Anybody. 




But really, all I want to do is watch The Umbrellas of Cherbourg.  On my own.  In Paris.  In 1964. 

Can't stand you 'cause your feet's too big

I'm waiting for various technological gadgets to sync with my computer machine and I was recently thinking about the following.  There are two deal breakers I have with a woman if I am interested in her.  One is having nasty (smelly, weird, overly long/skinny, crooked) feet.  The second is any use of the phrase "LOL" in a text/chat that is not at least partially ironic.  I hate it.  I imagine the feet one could be overcome and the truth is, it's only happened twice, but there is absolutely no overcoming the second deal breaker and I can think of four people off the top of my head who did that second thing in the last few weeks.   





Go ahead, rail against me for my shallowness.  I don't care.  But, everybody has something like that.  I once knew a girl who broke up with a boy because he confused werewolves and vampires and that particular girl is twice the person we are.

Also, just because I am shallow, doesn't mean I didn't cry and cry when I watched The Umbrellas of Cherbourg and maybe I still cry when I even think about it today.  And maybe I tried to watch it the other day for the first time in years, but lost my nerve a minute into the credits.  For any of you who don't know the story, Guy has to go to war for two years and that link is the scene where he tells her.

With time, I hope to be able to associate this with the song.  But, now that I think about it, it's kind of a sad story, too. Maybe it's also just too soon to make fun of the fact that we left Wall-E up there all alone and trapped in sand.  His only friend is on the other side of Mars and her battery is dying.  Nobody thinks she'll last another Martian winter.  Yeah, actually that's really sad.  They should fire those guys.

I think she should go and save him.  It would be like Wall-E and Rabbit Proof Fence and A.I. I wonder if that would make a good pitch.