I love Hopper, and I love Murray, so this is a natural post for me. In truth, though, I don't love this chalk rendering. Still. . . had to post it with this (link). You can tell a lot about a person by their Murray reaction. Bill Murray became a "thing" for me with his first serious movie role in "The Razor's Edge," though the opening scene of "Ghostbusters," which was released the same year, is brilliant. I don't think I could date a girl who didn't like "The Life Aquatic," and certainly not one who didn't like "Lost in Translation," for which Murray was cheated out of an Academy Award that he clearly deserved.
But I am pretty certain my criteria will not have anything to do with me dating someone again. I'm afraid that from now on, the criteria for dating will not be in my favor. Such a shame, really. I am talented and sweet boy.
No matter, though, really. The earth is ill and getting worse and we haven't any medicine. It is dying like all of us, and like all of us, we have gotten used to the idea if not the fact so that we live our lives as if. . . .
Today is not a good day for me. Last night was atrociously alive with dark thoughts. Worst I've had, really. Recurring fears and thoughts. Today the weather is gloomy and I can't shake the night's residue. I keep thinking that I'm not leaving anything. Like Willy Loman, I need to get some seeds in the ground.
Nighthawks at the Diner.
I loved Bill Murray when I was 13. I probably confessed this already here as I'm sure this isn't the first time you've mentioned him. He made me feel things between my legs. At that oh so tender age. What a fuck up. *shakeshead* Me. Of course. Not Mr. Murray. Being the fuck-up.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I'm stoned. I had a shittttttttttty long day. Got home and said "fuck it I am going to roll a joint and smoke the whole god damned thing." I got through half came up and worked some - emails that needed to be written (it's the active cannabis strain) and now catching up on the "fun online world of my life." I will probably finish it off before I got to bed. The joint that is.
It is dark, cold and raining. It is 8:39 PM and it feels like midnight. It is awful. There is nothing nice about it. Wet, cold raining, raw coastal Cape Cod night. What it must have been like before all our creature comforts.
Anyway. "Fun Online World" doesn't exactly define either you or Q's offerings today. But that's okay. There is no football on (not that I made it through the game last night -- stinky stinky) and most other things that come out of that evil talking box are simply brain pollutants. Not that I don't indulge but I always like to first read how you two are faring in the cold cruel world. Even if it is just the fake not fake cruel world of cyber space. Will you go see the new Star Wars?
My son is in love. It's sort of Simon & Garfunkle's "Kathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping" kind of love. Which is big and powerful and emotional and horrible good awful.
Ok. enough blathering. I don't think I'd hang the piece of art on my walls. I would treasure a Bill Murray Coloring Book. I'd definitely hang a good fun piece of Bill Murray art on my walls though.
http://billmurray.tumblr.com
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