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Tried a relatively new movie, "Pocket Listing" featuring Burt Reynolds. The synopsis made me think it might be a throwaway sexy drama, fun enough, promising nudity. I was also curious to see what Burt is doing these days. I know he is not young, but I was lazily thinking that he might still be like "Boogie Nights" Burt. I was way off. He looks like he has the rictus face of a stroke victim and seems to be barely mobile - heavily painted over and propped up in a chair. Googling him, I see that he is 81 years old. "Boogie Nights" was twenty years ago. (For me, the 90s to today still feels like just a busy few months.) Time moves slowly but ever steadily onward. It gets us all, unless early death gets us first. I gave up on the movie, too. As per our era, the nudity was more like feminist-approved nudity rather than machismo-driven nudity.
* * *
Someone tweeted: "Hey, Susan Sarandon, if Hillary was President, she could have vetoed this. Thanks. Thanks a lot."
Sarandon was one of the anti-Hillary people.
Susan Garnett answered, "Sarandon promised us that Tump would bring about the Revolution. Shouldn't she have a bullhorn in her hand right now calling all of us to the streets? Oh, that's right, I forgot, she's spending the month of Christmas in the south of France."
[Twitter]
* * *
Having decided to go back to doggerel (to at least give a little play to journaling the banal life & times of the Monkey-Knight), I fell to the temptations of poetry, and struggle to do my own poor imitation of the artful enterprise. I have been working on one for a few days now. I think I'll put down my progress so far. I am looking to close it up soon.
- - -
Four-thirty in the morning, again
Up but not really up
Trapped in midnight purgatory, thinking
Regretting all the things that've never been
She often said, meaning well,
"It's the things you don't do
that you end up regretting.
So do it, do everything!"
Twenty years on, I'm muttering in the dark
"If only I could have,
Could have done everything."
But she had to see the face sometime
On the other side of her Internet line
And there blew away my sweet dandelion
And my last chance to do anything
And so, too, the end of everything
Now I'm old and never did a damn thing
Yawning my way through another dawn
A little after five o'clock in the morning
* * *
I switched the mattress in my room with the one in the big room. I figure it's at least 33% firmer. I did try to sleep on the floor that one night, but I did not have nearly enough cushion to make that work. I was looking at sleeping bags and mats at Amazon, but I would really like to save the fifty dollars.
* * *
June 10, 1994
Picking up the mail, I see that Arthudo received a catalog from a computer company. "I fantasize over the possibility of getting a complete system with modem, multi-media capacity, everything." It would take another nine years, before we finally got wired up and joined the Internet age. We were a little late, but not too late to do me some good. The Internet, with a thriving blogosphere, doesn't really get rolling for about another five years. I still have a lot of wasting away to do in the analog world as my 90s grind on.
* * *
June 10, 1994
Arthudo has been away for a couple of hours on one of his mysterious weekly excursions. I wonder whether he has found some access to accommodating beautiful young women, or if he is being jerked around for a live show or a hand job.
o0o
Of course, Arthudo wouldn't need the women to be particularly attractive or young. Warm and friendly is fine. But it is quite possible he just liked to go shopping on his own, as he does now, just doing his mundane rounds. I didn't call him simple, as in Simple Tree, without a reason. But he does take care of himself, that's for sure. And why not? He is his own man pursuing his own happiness in a world that is not that much more open to him than to me, and he worked for his little advantages. I just keep on taking and act like he owes me.
* * *
June 10, 1994
Bo remains a source of tension between Teri and me. Arthudo is trying a new microwave popcorn. I knew that Teri would not be able to resist feeding Bo some of the popcorn. I was prepared to be understanding and tolerant. However, it became apparent that she is not able to exercise the least restraint, and I called Bo off, taking him to my room.
o0o
I go on to worry that Teri will sometime bring this to a trial by strength, which I could not win. Would I take to the streets on the issue? I suffer the stress as I sulk in my room.
* * *
Someone tweeted: "Hey, Susan Sarandon, if Hillary was President, she could have vetoed this. Thanks. Thanks a lot."
Sarandon was one of the anti-Hillary people.
Susan Garnett answered, "Sarandon promised us that Tump would bring about the Revolution. Shouldn't she have a bullhorn in her hand right now calling all of us to the streets? Oh, that's right, I forgot, she's spending the month of Christmas in the south of France."
[Twitter]
* * *
Having decided to go back to doggerel (to at least give a little play to journaling the banal life & times of the Monkey-Knight), I fell to the temptations of poetry, and struggle to do my own poor imitation of the artful enterprise. I have been working on one for a few days now. I think I'll put down my progress so far. I am looking to close it up soon.
- - -
Four-thirty in the morning, again
Up but not really up
Trapped in midnight purgatory, thinking
Regretting all the things that've never been
She often said, meaning well,
"It's the things you don't do
that you end up regretting.
So do it, do everything!"
Twenty years on, I'm muttering in the dark
"If only I could have,
Could have done everything."
But she had to see the face sometime
On the other side of her Internet line
And there blew away my sweet dandelion
And my last chance to do anything
And so, too, the end of everything
Now I'm old and never did a damn thing
Yawning my way through another dawn
A little after five o'clock in the morning
* * *
I switched the mattress in my room with the one in the big room. I figure it's at least 33% firmer. I did try to sleep on the floor that one night, but I did not have nearly enough cushion to make that work. I was looking at sleeping bags and mats at Amazon, but I would really like to save the fifty dollars.
* * *
June 10, 1994
Picking up the mail, I see that Arthudo received a catalog from a computer company. "I fantasize over the possibility of getting a complete system with modem, multi-media capacity, everything." It would take another nine years, before we finally got wired up and joined the Internet age. We were a little late, but not too late to do me some good. The Internet, with a thriving blogosphere, doesn't really get rolling for about another five years. I still have a lot of wasting away to do in the analog world as my 90s grind on.
* * *
June 10, 1994
Arthudo has been away for a couple of hours on one of his mysterious weekly excursions. I wonder whether he has found some access to accommodating beautiful young women, or if he is being jerked around for a live show or a hand job.
o0o
Of course, Arthudo wouldn't need the women to be particularly attractive or young. Warm and friendly is fine. But it is quite possible he just liked to go shopping on his own, as he does now, just doing his mundane rounds. I didn't call him simple, as in Simple Tree, without a reason. But he does take care of himself, that's for sure. And why not? He is his own man pursuing his own happiness in a world that is not that much more open to him than to me, and he worked for his little advantages. I just keep on taking and act like he owes me.
* * *
June 10, 1994
Bo remains a source of tension between Teri and me. Arthudo is trying a new microwave popcorn. I knew that Teri would not be able to resist feeding Bo some of the popcorn. I was prepared to be understanding and tolerant. However, it became apparent that she is not able to exercise the least restraint, and I called Bo off, taking him to my room.
o0o
I go on to worry that Teri will sometime bring this to a trial by strength, which I could not win. Would I take to the streets on the issue? I suffer the stress as I sulk in my room.
