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New circumstances trick our minds into revealing vivid insights about ourselves. Last night in the hotel, I acted with impeccable moral integrity in an absurd situation (Pauly Shore and Magnum PI disassembling an elevator without permission outside my apartment window), and I woke up radiating with pride. I barely minded that it took me an hour to get back to sleep.
Apr 21, 2024
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me and my best friend Michelle are in a hotel room with one of my Tumblr mutuals and a faceless person. We're here hiding because for some reason, we're grown up versions of the characters of Catch That Kid (2004) (Watched this the other day and sobbed at the end btw) and we've pulled off another heist because we're addicted to the rush.
While in the hotel room, Michelle puts on what can only be described as a 'home movie' of she and I. We're in the jungle. I'm blonde, a dye job that I can tell I did myself from the way it's toned. It actually looks pretty good save for a little of the brassy tones at the roots. It's always hard to deal with the roots.
I'm holding a monkey in my arms. It likes me. I've got silver star stickers all over my face and Michelle is smiling hard like a kid. We both look happy which I know we haven't felt in a while. I find myself longing for it even though I have no recollection of the moment.
We all go for a smoke break outside, which resembles a scene I remember from the Good Wife that I watched a couple months ago. We're trying to devise a plan. I feel guilt and we don't come up with anything good.
I'm asleep in the hotel bed again and I have a dream inside of this dream where Michelle is cuddling Barbara Streisand. I think she's in this dream because I had that Duck Sauce song stuck in my head a couple days ago.
I wake up before my 7:15 AM alarm. The sun is up and I find myself wanting to be blonde again.
May 4, 2024
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Where am I, who am I and what is going on here?
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had this dream a few days ago and i can't stop thinking about it.
i was at this very hippie, psychedelic inspired festival but my mom and some other family member were with me also. we are about to leave when i see this huge building overgrown with moss and vines. it looks like a mayan building, not the usual pyramidal temple like thing but more like the inside of a palace that had the height of about 3 two-storey houses.
i walk closer and closer and see the arc of an entrance that i just know is off limits to the public, perhaps because it leads to their sacred city.
a shaman appears from the entrance, makes his way to the open space where lots of peolpe are gathered now as if we were in a theatre. now the lights are all on the 'stage' shining on him as he starts dancing and doing tricks. he has a bunch of different knives, necklaces and artifacts i can't identify and the show feels magical. however, suddenly a man sneaks up to where the shaman has intricately placed his 'props' and takes them one by one. i am watching in utter disbelief about how disrespectful this is but somehow i have this insight that the robber man has been drugged with something that is making him act completely out of character.
the shaman of course notices what he's doing and asks him to leave and give his things back multiple times in the calmest voice. this is until about the 4th time when the guy is finally escorted out of the place by some club bouncers. because of the time trying to get him off the stage took up, the shaman's show had to end early to get back on schedule for whoever is performing next.
i notice i am now sitting at a table, farther from the stage with some of my family, with my mom's best friend on my left side and her husband on my right. the next show starts and it's a hungarian band singing one of the most popular songs in hungary (unfortunately i can not remember which one they played) but it was interrupted by the drugged man who now appears to be on a stretcher, tied down, he's foaming at the mouth, lips swollen to thrice their original size and his eyes look like he had been crying for hours or as if he was having a serious allergic reaction.
i redirect my attention to the menu/table we're sitting at and my legs feel really cold so i ask dora (mom's friend) if she can give me some of the blanket her and the other people are covering their legs with. the blanket is not long enough so she covers only my left leg and her husband my right with the blanket the other side of the table had too lol
dora then starts apologising for not bringing me any presents, even though she knew i would be here.
i ask my mom if there are any news about my childhood best friend (the neighbour that my parents still live beside) and one of my old classmates from primary school because i dreamt of them 2 days before i was in this dream (i remembered the dream i had while dreaming???!!!). but she says no nothing new except old classmate now has an online brownie store (website is xyzbrownie.data) and sells little cereal shape brownies of all kinds of flavours.
the waiter comes and it's my best friend from hungary and she asks me if we're ready to order but my mom's ex-friend cuts me off and asks for a cappuccino.
abruptly i awaken
Jul 17, 2024
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I'm leaving for Vegas tonight to see the final performance of their latest residency, so I spent all week re-listening to all of their albums on vinyl. Apparently when you crack open my crusty shell, the 13-year old version is still intact within, gobsmacked by how seriously a bunch of adults can pursue their silliness.
I spent about five minutes worrying that I'd be disappointed seeing them again now that they (and I) are so old, but then I told myself to shut up. “They’re so over the hill” is the least B-52s sentiment imaginable. Their edginess was never dependent upon youth. They weren't exactly rebels, but they gloried in pillaging what’s old and awkward for the creation of something new and cool that embraces squareness rather than mocking it. What they want - what they’ve always wanted - is for people to have FUN, and they’re entirely non-judgmental about how you want to do it (unless it involves putting anyone down, in which case, no thanks). It’s a spirit that makes just as much sense old as it does young. As a blueprint for a culture, you could hardly do better. And I guess that’s why they’ve always been my favorites - because I still wistfully believe that if everyone shared their courage, spirit, and humor, this would be a better world.
Anyway, "Song for a Future Generation" is one of the greatest things ever committed to video.
Apr 19, 2024
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Film Forum is the OG but Metrograph is younger and hungrier, with a more diverse slate of films and an emphasis on rediscovered or neglected classics. Great atmosphere too, with a restaurant and bookstore. you can’t go wrong!
Apr 22, 2024
Bugs is the great American hero, but Daffy has the most range. From his psychopathic hoo-hoo-hoo-HOO origins to his mature later incarnation as a petty, grasping striver with delusions of grandeur, he covers a broad gamut of the human experience. His desperate ambition slots so wonderfully into an array of genre roles that elevate him just to take him down: Robin Hood, Duck Dodgers, the Scarlet Pumpernickel… Bugs is who we wish we could be, but Daffy is who we are.
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