Latest Movies:
Sleepy Hollow I thought the flaming pumpkin scene was funny
Event Horizon Somewhat cheesy but has a 'Lovecraft in Space' feel to it. Sam Neill has really started to like these kinds of movies and by the very end of the movie, he knew how to play the 'possessed/changed/insane' guy pretty well.
Man in the Iron Mask Oh yeah. I can buy Leonardo DiCaprio as the Sun King. The people involved with this movie tried to take it so seriously, it nearly became a comedy. This is a great movie to heckle, though.
There was a big post-production meeting last week about West Side Story but I didn't go since in my mind, it was finished and I really didn't want to deal with Adam and Little Adamette anymore. I should have, it sounded like great fun with all the screaming and the crying and the praying (gee, I sound like Professor Frink). Still, Dr. Larsen said that I should write the other instructors involved and tell them what we art students experienced. Heheheheh ~ I think my mind didn't want me to forget exactly my feelings were on this one ~ and how one particular person acted toward me. As if I could.
Dream Fragment:
I'm walking around a shopping mall, searching, but I don't know what I'm looking for. I run across some rooms that I discover are suites, somewhat like a hotel except all the walls are glass. I see couples in two of the rooms as I walk through ~ one couple is sleeping while the other is out on a balcony. They are laughing ~ and nude. The woman is holding her red dress in her hand until the guy grabs it and tosses it over the edge of the balcony. She screams playfully. I decide to go back to the main part of the mall.
A Dream:
I am with someone I know (in the dream). We are standing in the hallway of the mall when I hear guitars. When I turn around, I see seven or eight employees of a music store jamming, in order to demonstrate their merchandise. It works, because I decide to replace the high E string that I broke on my acoustic.
Before I can go in, I have to make sure I have enough money. I keep the bills in my hand but lay the change on a picnic table in front of me. As I try to count it, a female employee of the music store comes over and is very pesky. She wants my money. She offers to count my change ~ one peek and she says, "One thousand!" I decide to discount what she says. As I count the bills, I discover that someone has given me a fourteen dollar bill. I wonder if I've been shortchanged when I see it.
I get a call from my dad on a cell phone. He tells me that he's been in the music store and that he saw a KISS hat. AS I walk in to see, the phone signal breaks up and AM radio stations break in. As I walk around, the store changes. What began as a small, closet sized music store is now a somewhat bigger metaphysical store.
I take the chance to stock up on a few things that I know are not expensive. Still, I ask the prices and they end up being nearly three times what they should be, sometimes a lot more. A store employee puts everything I ask about into a mailing envelope with several clear windows in it: ten azurite beads, a very small piece of raw adventurine, and two gold chains. They expect me to buy all this stuff and I know I don't have enough money, even if I wanted it.
The store has grown again. It is now a good sized shop, more like a metaphysically inclined grocery store. One last thing I ask about is white sage. They supposedly have some growing in the store. A clerk (male, short, somewhat reddish blond with a scruffy beard three or four inches long) is putting cuttings of it into pots. I ask how much a small bunch of the sage will be and price check comes up as '10.10' for a small handful. I look the handful over ~ the plant is indeed white but it looks more like a mutant combination of plantain and wormwood. I rub a leaf and there is no sage smell. I tell the clerk that this is not sage but he simply looks at me and says, "Yes, it is." I go on to explain that it doesn't look or smell like sage and since I've grown it before, I know what I'm talking about. A lop sided arguement ensues ~ the clerk simply saying, "Yes, it is." and I'm trying to explain why it isn't. Soon, the manager of the store comes over and it turns out to the girl who was the stage manager from West Side Story. She hears what we both have to say and finally, she says, "It is sage." I give her the same explanation that I gave the clerk and she simply says, "Tough." and walks out of the store.
I put down the sage and the envelope. I walk out of the store to go somewhere where I know I will get better treatment.
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