hot time in the old Old Town tonight

Took this picture 'round the corner on Ashley:



So what if the bike was artfully placed.

"Artfully placed" was a joke with the handful of high school filmmakers I helped do some maudlin after-school-special type movie slide show when I was in ninth grade. "Life Faces," I believe the dreck was called. A girl called Tracy was supposed to be crying in one scene, and to get the tears to show up we practically had to drown the young woman in what we were calling "artfully placed tears."

The next year all sincerity went out the window with the tongue-in-cheek slide show about Prohibition, "I Love You Still" -- script by ME, 'cept for a hokey poem at the beginning. Then there was vjsmom's class and its film---help me out here, Sandi--- "WHUT's Unabashed Documentary on Ancient Egyptian Monoliths and Their Discoverers"? THAT was some funny sh*t.

The following year I'd break out on my own to direct the dramatic, unflinching depiction of a day in the life of a soda pop machine: "No Canadian Coins" ---no dialogue---in the style of a silent picture, with musical accompaniment. In the same year the spy and I also made the classic animation dud (that took its name & much of its plot from the Black Sabbath song) "War Pigs." It was the spy's project, really. The bad guy in "War Pigs" was an sorcerer warlord with a Smithers-like flunkee (voiced by me) called Farkas. Farkas was a shlub who sneezes a lot and dies at the end of the picture. He's named after the spy's "western shore" nemesis, Michael Farkas, of (wealthy) Montgomery County, where students had access to all sorts of fancy expensive filmmaking equipment, unlike us rubes from what the then-governor publically (and unapologetically) called "the shithouse" of the state.

I didn't go to the state film fest at which this Michael Farkas became the distillation of all green-eyed antipathies for the spy, as I hadn't worked on "WHUT." I don't know that the spy had, either, actually. Maybe he went for the ride? Anyway, that Farkas kid had and was everything the spy hadn't and wasn't. As for me, masterwork "No Canadian Coins" didn't make it across the Chesapeake; we lost (!!) in a regional competition to a piece of crap called "Saturday Mice Fever."

I was just remembering how the spy really wanted the marching band to do some Styx song. He'd spent some time imagining what kind of marching could happen at what point in the music. Was it "Come Sail Away"? Oh, it pains me just to imagine it. We were going to arrange the song for the band, or for a drum corps, or what the hell we were going to arrange whole drum corps shows. And find your keys, put on your shoes, gather your books, load up the car, stop at the Farm Store, ask Fred Dinges why you can't mix Kool-aid in a metal pitcher, and go out and make a million dollars.

- ~ - ~ -

I seem to be having me a lot of weekend this weekend, already. Last night set the bar high. I may have to have some kind of Rocky Balboa raw-egg breakfast drink, with a gallon of coffee and a few cc's of adrenalin, to reach consciousness tomorrow morning.

Did forego the Italian astronomer's party tonight. This fact indicates that I'm not on a complete bender. Right? I do wish I coulda mustered it, though. I bet it's quite the party. And it's probably still going on.

hot time in the old Old Town tonight

Took this picture 'round the corner on Ashley:



So what if the bike was artfully placed.

"Artfully placed" was a joke with the handful of high school filmmakers I helped do some maudlin after-school-special type movie slide show when I was in ninth grade. "Life Faces," I believe the dreck was called. A girl called Tracy was supposed to be crying in one scene, and to get the tears to show up we practically had to drown the young woman in what we were calling "artfully placed tears."

The next year all sincerity went out the window with the tongue-in-cheek slide show about Prohibition, "I Love You Still" -- script by ME, 'cept for a hokey poem at the beginning. Then there was vjsmom's class and its film---help me out here, Sandi--- "WHUT's Unabashed Documentary on Ancient Egyptian Monoliths and Their Discoverers"? THAT was some funny sh*t.

The following year I'd break out on my own to direct the dramatic, unflinching depiction of a day in the life of a soda pop machine: "No Canadian Coins" ---no dialogue---in the style of a silent picture, with musical accompaniment. In the same year the spy and I also made the classic animation dud (that took its name & much of its plot from the Black Sabbath song) "War Pigs." It was the spy's project, really. The bad guy in "War Pigs" was an sorcerer warlord with a Smithers-like flunkee (voiced by me) called Farkas. Farkas was a shlub who sneezes a lot and dies at the end of the picture. He's named after the spy's "western shore" nemesis, Michael Farkas, of (wealthy) Montgomery County, where students had access to all sorts of fancy expensive filmmaking equipment, unlike us rubes from what the then-governor publically (and unapologetically) called "the shithouse" of the state.

I didn't go to the state film fest at which this Michael Farkas became the distillation of all green-eyed antipathies for the spy, as I hadn't worked on "WHUT." I don't know that the spy had, either, actually. Maybe he went for the ride? Anyway, that Farkas kid had and was everything the spy hadn't and wasn't. As for me, masterwork "No Canadian Coins" didn't make it across the Chesapeake; we lost (!!) in a regional competition to a piece of crap called "Saturday Mice Fever."

I was just remembering how the spy really wanted the marching band to do some Styx song. He'd spent some time imagining what kind of marching could happen at what point in the music. Was it "Come Sail Away"? Oh, it pains me just to imagine it. We were going to arrange the song for the band, or for a drum corps, or what the hell we were going to arrange whole drum corps shows. And find your keys, put on your shoes, gather your books, load up the car, stop at the Farm Store, ask Fred Dinges why you can't mix Kool-aid in a metal pitcher, and go out and make a million dollars.

- ~ - ~ -

I seem to be having me a lot of weekend this weekend, already. Last night set the bar high. I may have to have some kind of Rocky Balboa raw-egg breakfast drink, with a gallon of coffee and a few cc's of adrenalin, to reach consciousness tomorrow morning.

Did forego the Italian astronomer's party tonight. This fact indicates that I'm not on a complete bender. Right? I do wish I coulda mustered it, though. I bet it's quite the party. And it's probably still going on.

"The only out you have is if you barf."

Thus spake squirrelykat this morning, when I, still horizontal, said I could make Benny's by 11:11, provided I did okay with vertical when I tested out that orientation. It was good to have the enforcer, not let me lollygag w/the hangover too much, cuz I needed to get up and---get this---close the house up against the heat of the day. Might hit 90°F. Michigan. October 7. Yellow and orange leaves from my black maples already seriously carpeting the ground.

Confusing weather is good, however. Feels appropriate.

Jewels also said it's too hot to powerwash. :)

"The only out you have is if you barf."

Thus spake squirrelykat this morning, when I, still horizontal, said I could make Benny's by 11:11, provided I did okay with vertical when I tested out that orientation. It was good to have the enforcer, not let me lollygag w/the hangover too much, cuz I needed to get up and---get this---close the house up against the heat of the day. Might hit 90°F. Michigan. October 7. Yellow and orange leaves from my black maples already seriously carpeting the ground.

Confusing weather is good, however. Feels appropriate.

Jewels also said it's too hot to powerwash. :)

newbie

welcome, photographdave! new hereabouts. hasn't posted yet. should a body wait to do such a welcome until the newbie has posted?

tonight, i'm sitting enjoying the cooler air coming in, and not watching baseball playoffs cuz they're ONLY ON CABLE. time was when that woulda been considered downright unamurkin!

newbie

welcome, photographdave! new hereabouts. hasn't posted yet. should a body wait to do such a welcome until the newbie has posted?

tonight, i'm sitting enjoying the cooler air coming in, and not watching baseball playoffs cuz they're ONLY ON CABLE. time was when that woulda been considered downright unamurkin!

good has yet to triumph this postseason

The World Wide Web informs me that Judas "Not So Hairy Any More" Johnny Damon has hit a 3-run homer, and the Evils now lead 5-3 (in a must-win game) & thus aren't out of it yet.

good has yet to triumph this postseason

The World Wide Web informs me that Judas "Not So Hairy Any More" Johnny Damon has hit a 3-run homer, and the Evils now lead 5-3 (in a must-win game) & thus aren't out of it yet.