Add another mind-fuck to the list

Do you remember when Captain Kirk said “everything I say is a lie”? That was my first mind-fuck. Super-vision is the most recent. I feel like I just woke up from a coma

And as I said to rare bird Alfred, I just wish I could turn it down a little, you know, because all this sharpness is putting me on edge. 

But I’m starting to get used to it

I think it’s the novelty which I hope will wear off soon because I’m doing things like counting my sparkly silver hairs, in groups of ten mostly, and thinking how the fuck about the fine lines and how the fucking fuck about the crevices I used to think were fine lines.

Also how much I look like my parents is a little unnerving but it’s sort of calming down and might even turn into a blessing if I let it.

I will be placing trilogies of other mind-fuck moments through this blog. Like so

When I found out Dill Harris was based on Truman Capote

That Jay Gatsby never lost hope

Insufficient Funds at No Frills

Beautiful snowy day out there today and the backyard is very complicated-looking. We have a ping pong table out there, way out back, and I think we’ll have our winter tournament soon so if you’re interested, just pm me and I’ll sign you up. All you have to bring is booze. Just kidding. Bring your paddle too.

The Snows of Kilimanjaro

Fresh oysters with tobacco and lemon fuck off spellcheck

Radiohead

The busiest time of the year for me is now. I have a full-time job at a media company and it’s great. I get to conceptualize and art direct and design and see into fruition all kinds of campaigns. Also for two months this time of year I take on a freelance doozie, which I love doing, but is equivalent in hours and angst to a full-time job so it’s a wonder, really, I get anything else done but I do. I’m writing Clutterbucks like crazy and it’s really coming along. Holy shit. I think maybe pretty soon I’ll give it to somebody else to read because although I’m laughing my head off typing a mile a minute, you know, it might just be me. But I hope not. I hope it’ll be you, too. Anyway back to being busy. That old adage if you want anything done ask a busy person is an adage for a reason.

And while we’re on the subject of reasons, did I tell you that a French lady I used to know texted me everything happens for a raison after we were both laid off

LOL

Joaquer

That every word is a made-up word

This from Tennyson: break break break on thy cold grey stones o sea
and I would that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me

My actor friend Tim asked me maybe a year or so ago if I would write a soliloquy for him to perform on video to use in his reel and just last week he sent me a link. First time I watched it I had to squint because of my sensitivity to light which is funny considering the video happens during an eclipse. Now I squint because of Tim’s brilliance which I know he will say guffaw to but seriously he can juice a single word up so beautifully and when he does it to an entire sentence, holyfuckingshit. If he says yes I will post a link here. Or when I mean.

That Scully is in season four of The Crown

That otters hold hands when they sleep to keep from falling apart

And since two does not a trilogy make, and in sticking with my super-vision theme, here’s the best for last:

That I can see through your clothes