Saturday night and I'm sitting home in P.J.s trying to download (against impossible odds) Star Wars IV: A New Hope while wasting time on nothing at all and just trying to escape the general bluesy fug that surrounds this evening. My roommate's gone home for the weekend so the room is this big gawping hole of empty nothingness. And recalling the fact that I have a party to go to but have decided against it doesn't seem to help though it ought to, somehow. With Jos out as well, the house is just too quiet and there is only so much noise and presence a barely five foot munchkin can add, especially sober (sorry doll). Add to that i quit smoking today. Again. Lets see how long it lasts this time. However there is a clause allowing for social smoking - another good reason i should be at that party right now. Maybe I should just open a bottle of white wine (now that we have a corkscrew it has become a relatively easier task), slice up some cheese, fry some mushrooms (or is that buy some mushroms?) and watch, I don't know, some hitchcock or de sica or even the matrix. Or maybe I'll watch the animatrix one goddam more time - or Spirited Away - now there's a movie i would like to see on hash, its just so beautiful and pleasant: it already gives you that wonderful, carefree, running-around-in-your-own-universe kinda feeling you had as a child, where everything was always ok because you made all the rules, before they filled your heads with shit like gravity, and there were still these infallible persons your entire world could safely be entrusted to, and you actually had the time to wander off down dust-tracks that caught your fancy, or because you all believed the cow in front of you was actually an evil witch who kept kids in a cage and it was your sacrosanct duty to go free your fellow-tinypersons from her evil, shape-changing clutches. Maybe the lingering memory of that kind of world is also why a movie like kung-fu hustle appeals to me so innately, instinctively and immediately. Wow, that was the shortest blues I've ever had, I almost feel euphoric now (Secret confessions of a suspected neurotic with Bi-polar tendencies)... but woohoo!!! All i need now is a trampoline - so i can bounce while watching the matrix.
Yeah i don't know why that image suddenly popped into my head from outta nowhere, but think about it, it could be the only way to watch the matrix.
more pink than blue...
and yes thats The Beats not the Beatles...