did i say life was too hard?  that was an unfortunate bit of hyperbole.  i could try to explain, verbalize what's been churning around in my brain for the last 24 hours - or six years, it's all the same, really - but it won't work.  too much noise becomes silence.  instead i got drunk on a tuesday.

song for a day when life is too hard

	Anois - Happy Holiday
	Found at skreemr.com

straightforward

 

 'look at banner, michael!'

pondering

i never meant to cause you any sorrow

did you know?  the mayor of minneapolis has named april 3rd as First Avenue day, in honor of the music club made famous by prince in Purple Rain.  sean and i both felt this was an occasion to commemorate one of mankind's (or at least minnesota's) greatest cinematic achievements, so naturally we devised a drinking game, with this as our starting point.


drink one when...
- anyone refers to The Kid
- they show the outside of First Avenue
- prince rides his motorcycle
- anyone wears a scarf
- anyone wears purple
- there's a beatin'
- mr. and mrs. prince get it on
- apollonia wears a single earring
- morris calls jerome an 'onion head'


drink two when...
- 'you must cleanse yourself in the waters of lake minnetonka'

by the end of it you'll either a. want to incorporate more ruffles into your wardrobe or b. understand that prince changing his name to a squiggle was a logical and obvious choice.

fool

i am anticipating a luxurious weekend filled with debonair hedonism.  also, i really like my new haircut, so that's boosting my mood.  (do you know how often that happens?  i'll tell you: not very.)

blue

my parents are visiting.  i'm pretty sure they're getting tired of my lack of cable tv, relying only on phones for access to the outside world.  my dad asked if there's a place around here that would put on rachel maddow; i told him he has better odds of finding a unicorn.

jamz

church music

[dropkick murphys at warehouse live]

this isn't Crazy Cat Lady Syndrome; i only make friends with felines that invite themselves into my apartment.

houston summer has melted my collegiate pride.  and i have the sense of humor of a 12-year-old boy.

quiet

he wears a smile; everybody run

[When we were shooting the pilot for Twin Peaks, we had a set dresser named Frank Silva.  Frank was never destined to be in Twin Peaks, never in a million years.  But we were shooting in Laura Palmer's home and Frank was moving some furniture around in her room[...]And this picture came to me of Frank in the room.  I went running in and I asked Frank, "Are you an actor?" And he said, "Well, yes, I happen to be," because everyone in L.A. is an actor.  And maybe everyone in the world.  So I said, "Frank, you're going to be in this scene."
   We did a pan shot of the room, twice without Frank and then one time with Frank frozen at the base of the bed.  But I didn't know what it was for or what it meant.
   That evening, we went downstairs and we were shooting Laura Palmer's mother on the couch.  She was lying there in sadness and torment.  Suddenly she sees something in her mind's eye and bolts upright, screaming.  Sean, the camera operator, had to turn the wheels and follow her face as she bolted up.  And it looked to me like he did a perfect job.  So I said, "Cut - perfect, beautiful!"  And Sean said, "No, no, no.  It's not."
  "What is it?"
  "There was someone reflected in the mirror."
  "Who was reflected in the mirror?"
  "Frank was reflected in the mirror."]

 - David Lynch, in Catching the Big Fish, on how the (terrifying and nightmare-inducing) character of Bob came to be