We're all a mix of contradictions, inconsistencies, and half-truths told under a harvest moon. I respond favorably to order, harmony, minimalism, and linear logic, but a home tour on Lost and Directionless might not suggest that.
That's a spoiler alert of sorts. The three people who visit my site with regularity know what's coming. The spoiler alert is for my soon to be ridiculously profitable for me sponsors - Peets Coffee or that company that makes the easy to open triangular packages of creamy, spreadable cheese. (Get in touch.) My writing zigs and zags, but like the river in Turkey, there is a known terminus.
My thoughts were more organized two hours ago. My difficult to decipher writing in my journal proves that. Or something.
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye, and asks you if you paid your dues; you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have you paid your dues, Jack? Yes sir, the check is in the mail."
I watched that scene in Big Trouble in Little China and immediately added it to my Desert Island 5 movies. If you haven't seen that movie, watch it. Settle in with some popcorn, Twizzlers (happy to be sponsored), and a root beer, this Kurt Russel tour de force will make you happy.
Enjoy one of Russell's best performances (see also Tequila Sunrise and Escape from New York), but don't sleep on James Hong as David Lo Pan. Hong has acted in a shit ton of movies. And that's where it gets a little complicated. He's a fantastic, prolific actor, but he's also talked about the difficulties of being an Asian actor in Hollywood. There's a move to get him a star on the Hollywood walk of fame. (I wrote "move" and then searched for an article I remembered. The article I ended up linking also uses the phrase move. I typed it before I found the CNN article, so don't come at me with plagiarism.)
This COVID-19 shit officially sucks. What year is it? You should read something that will make you happy. I suggest this in the LA Times:
Want more diversity in camping? Start with the gear
Sheriffs seem like an anachronism. Each time I read about sheriffs in the news, I think that they sound weird and reactionary. They either got picked last for kickball (most of the last picks went on to become writers, painters, or comedians, the others ran for sheriff) or crave power. I read that a sheriff in Florida is banning masks in the office.
However, my orders will be followed or my actions will be swift to address.
Who writes or speaks like that? (Biff Tannen, probably.)
Anyone can run for sheriff, right? A strange institution.
I mistakenly thought I'd cancelled all my streaming options. I still have HBO Max. I fired it up recently and watched two movies in genres that I am tired of. Shazam and X Men's Dark Phoenix. I enjoyed watching both. I like Sophie Turner, I think she puts in solid work. I hope see chooses some non-epic character roles soon.
I frequently stop what I'm doing and say holy shit these are some weird ass times. It's only going to get weirder as we move into the final days of an election cycle. I think things could get scary bad. That's why we should all keep a journal. Find something you like writing in and shoot for September through December. Your thoughts and experiences are important. Don't believe me? Have a look at this interesting article.
Oh, I buried the lede again. I saw the Jestress tonight! I think it's been about a year since my last sighting, which is odd if the Jestress has been keeping up to their daily schedule.
I fumbled for my camera. Too late. I saw that the Jestress was heading west on Pike, so I gambled. If the Jestress doesn't go all the way to Pike Place Market, they will turn north and come back east along Pine. Boy was I right. But then I missed the focus while I was tinkering.
Here are a few other photos. I'm too tired to caption them. My Google Ranking will fall from 1,674.392.73 to 1,674.392.74.