| April 7, 2003 - I hear a weird song and fall down |
| Dear Friends, on Friday after work I went out to a bar and watched music videos. While I was at this one bar, I heard this really strange song accompanied by an odd video. The song is "Rippin Kitten" by Golden Boy featuring Miss Kitten. The words start out: Mommie, can I go out and kill tonight? I feel, I feel like taking a life. Please, I wanna steal the kitchen knife. I feel, I feel like taking a life. The singer, Miss Kitten I presume, just stares without any emotion at the camera. Then suddenly she's on a bicycle pedaling away for all she's worth, but with that same expressionless look. It was really weird, weird I tell you. So after I left that bar I was just walking along musing about how fun my life is and marvelling at my own fantabulosity, when I banged my toe up against an uneven part of the sidewalk. I pitched forward and fell, catching myself on the palms of my hands. Ow! I lay there gasping in pain and cursing, with every drop of fantabulosity having deserted me. Some people ran over to see if I was OK and one even offered me a cold can of soda to press on my hands to keep them from swelling. But I told them I was fine and ducked into a hotel restroom to wash the grit and blood off of my hands. The next day I could barely turn my left hand, so trying to pour shampoo into it was difficult as a sideways-held hand can't hold liquids very well. You'll be glad to know that my hands are way better today than on Saturday and I'm able to move my left hand with minimal pain. But I discovered just yesterday that I somehow scraped my leg at the same time and didn't even realize it! On Saturday I woke up to find a surprise prezzie from my friend, SARRRAHJANE. It was a book of Diane Arbus' photographs. She was a photographer, who, in her own words, adored freaks and photographed them. She also liked to go to nudist camps to take pictures as well, and based on some of the photos, I can see why people wear clothes! The most haunting photo though, in my opinion, was one she did of the Cinderella castle at Disneyland by night. For some reason it made me think of death, like it was some sort of Disneyland of the Damned. Anyhoo, Miss Arbus committed suicide in 1971 at the age of 48, but I've not been able to discover the reason why. I also don't know how she managed to convince some of the people to let her take their pictures; like the ones where men are wearing bras and such. Did she ask around among her acquaintances, "Do you know a man who likes to wear bras so that I can take his picture?" Or did she hang out with transvestites until she earned their trust? I also don't know how she got permission to take pictures of mentally retarded people on outings. Whatever the case, her photos are a must see. Oh, one other thing I wanted to say about them. They all somehow remind me of the movie "Carnival of Souls". It's a black and white, low budget film from 1961 that is easily one of the creepiest movies I've ever seen. I don't know if Blockbuster carries it; it's a bit obscure, but you must, must, must see it one day. Saturday afternoon I went over to Ye Olde Watering Hole where we watched the VH1 countdown of the 50 sexiest videos. Very interesting; Madonna's "Justify My Love" was number one. The bartender, Della, was simply squealing over one by Chris Isaak where he's all covered with sand and kissing a woman in a bikini. After that we watched "Saturday Night Fever". I had never seen it in English. Let me say it was just as crappy in English as it was in German! However, I suppose it's one of those films that defined a decade and so I didn't regret watching it. Speaking of which, I saw the ads for "Malibu's Most Wanted". Definitely Oscar material; NOT! Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |