Have you ever put an old favorite shirt on and realized, it still fits, but it looks different?
Yeah….
Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Have you ever put an old favorite shirt on and realized, it still fits, but it looks different?
Yeah….
We saw “Bladerunner 2049” in 3D at the flicks yesterday. Its music reminded me of the old Saturday Night Live sketch about the Blue Oyster Cult song, “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper.” In that skit, Christopher Walken is a legendary producer. Listening to the song, he insists on “More cowbell.” Will Ferrell goes over the top obliging to his request.
Well, during the movie, I would swear that Denis Villeneuve kept yelling, “More loud noises!” while the movie was being made.
Having a beer last Wednesday night with friends, we toasted Fats Domino. With his death as our hinge, we talked about old rock, old pop, and old beer (PBR, Hamm’s, Rolling Rock, and Iron City, among them). Conversation veered to Buddy Holly and Richie Valens’ deaths, along with the other two band members that night. We couldn’t remember who’d given up their seat. The net was consulted; Waylon Jennings was the answer.
That surprised us. As Chris put it, “I wouldn’t have guessed Waylon Jennings in two thousand guesses.” No, we didn’t know that Waylon had played with the Crickets.
Anyway, I ended up inflicted with nostalgia. I awoke today with “Luckenbach, Texas,” streaming through my mind, “Luckenbach, Texas (Back to the Basics of Love),” to acknowledge its full title. It’s a song about being remembering a simpler life, and the dissatisfaction that success can sometimes bring.
Stream along with me, if you know it. Fake it, if you don’t.
Whineow (catfinition): a whining meow.
I’ve pondered this bumper sticker. I can conceive of many ways to take it, but I wonder what they mean.
Have you ever been carrying dirty socks destined for the clothes basket, tissues to be deposited in the trash, and a cup that’s to go in the sink and discover yourself about to put the cup in the clothes basket and realize that you put the trash in the sink?
Yeah, no, never.
Have you ever turned down a position, and then seen how successful the person who took it becomes, and think, that could have been me?
Yeah, I didn’t think so.
Foonvy (catfinition): cat envy; people (and other creatures )who are envious of cats.
Hard to do. I feel obligated to socialize, exercise, and other matters required to be part of a relationship and maintain a home and life. There are pressures to be a part of events, and to do things. It’s difficult to set aside that time, and preserve and utilize writing energy.