Vengeance Is Mine Inc.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

see you in another life, brother

moled at 9/23/2006 09:47:00 PM

HELP we were watching my grandmother's silk road holiday video, made again by the same man who filmed everyone (i.e. all the senior citizens and senior citizens-to-be) during their previous trip (finland?) and I remembered why his video sucked. For the Finland video, he filmed a building (yes, a stationary building) for 3 minutes. Before it finally farted some smoke out its chimney. And something else. He films people taking pictures of people, and the people posing for the pictures. And he goes home and burns 4 cds each for everyone who went on the trip. Hurray!

This is recess. Sweet recess. I left John with the dandelion in the hostel. Which reminds me, there was a random showing of A Hard Day's Night on channel 5 that night at midnight (yiminey lets fly to the moon!) and it was just crazy and nonsensical but wonderful. To have it on the tv before you late at night with lectures the next day is just the sweetest treat. Douglas Adams and his friend beat a guy up when they were young just to make him hum the tune of penny lane when it just came out. I think he said, the beatles planted a seed in our heads and made it explode. What happens when I grow old and the John in the pictures is still young?

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
build you a fire when the furnace breaks
oh it could be so nice
growing old with you

the sight of two old people still caring for each other is so wonderful! (unlike this insensitive foggy moronic fart who was openly calling his wife a 'cuckoo' while grocery-shopping in ntuc)

Do you know that feeling: a deep churning thrilling gut feeling that what you want and simultaneously somehow don't want to happen is inevitably or magically and coincidentally going to happen? Just makes you want to clutch the nearest thing and gasp and spin, but outwardly you blink like a placid goldfish, and oh boy!

moled at 9/23/2006 07:50:00 AM

be a goldmember.
i can see into your past, madame mary.