Hollywood seems to remake a lot of movies: old movies, new movies, bad movies, good movies, …
They should remake the Elvis movies.
I could be wrong; I usually am.
note: I wouldn’t mind seeing a few remakes of all those Kurt Russell Disney movies either!
He was pretty good as Jungle Boy on Gilligan’s Island.
double note: doing extensive research, it seems Kurt Russell‘s first movie role was actually in an Elvis movie: It Happened at the World’s Fair.
… and he’s played an Elvis impersonator later in life in 3000 Miles to Graceland. … and a few other things before that.
… conspiracy theorists get to work!
what I’m listening to now #29: heat blasting out from kerosene heaters … strategically placed facing at me … in my general direction.
At the end of February for the last 5 years I’ve had the pleasure of going to not one, but two kindergarten dance festivals.
I even get VIP seating at one of them … while I just lurk around at the back of the gym at the other one.
At one, I get 30 or 40 kids sitting in the crowd calling my name … and I do my famous “walking down imaginary stairs” move … and sometimes “going down an imaginary elevator” move. I haven’t pulled out “rowing in an imaginary canoe” trick yet … maybe next year.
At the other, I just lurk … and get the occasional nod … or low flying punch of recognition from kids who see me. This year one kid crawled through my legs without me knowing until the last second.
At one, half the parents wonder who the hell I am … at the other they wonder who the hell I am.
At both, parents keep looking around for a half Japanese kind of kid on stage.
At both, the parents seem to be getting younger.
At both, the kids seem to stay about the same age.
At both, I enjoy a couple of hours of kids in costumes on stage for the first or second or third time of their lives dancing their hearts out to a biased audience … with extensive video equipment.
note:Playboy models have paper mooned a lot of people over the years.
double note: does Playboy still produce a magazine? I don’t know.
I get all my interesting interviews off of the computer now.
triple note: sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve been preoccupied … and I don’t even believe in reincarnation! What gives?
quadruple note: I’ve been busy in an “Occupied Movement“. … “Go Bowels!“
quintuple note: “stalling for time” usually involves bathroom cubicles.
My heart beats about 103,680 times today: I didn’t count all of them … because I was sleeping for some of that time.
Some things just seem to carry on while I’m asleep … thankfully. … or maybe my heart stops while I’m sleeping … and I’m just special.
The Numata Matsuri has come and gone for another year.
It arrived too slowly and departed too quickly: like the slug that turns into a race car … that I saw somewhere … or another.
When I think about the Numata Matsuri, all 5 senses are involved.
My 6th sense, about not drinking a lot of beer, isn’t involved so much at all.
Sight: seeing this many people doing cool stuff because they want to blows my mind.
Hearing: “The Tengu Drummers” hold everything in the Matsuri together. This year I’ve finally realized that “The Tengu Drummers” are the straw that stirs the drink: without them … it just doesn’t gel.
Taste: “Kebabman” is my favourite food stall player. (I don’t see too many Kebabs during the rest of the year sadly)
Touch: the feel of room temperature cork as I load it into my air rifle for the kill shot. (actually I’m banned from doing this because of me poking all the stuff over by just using the gun barrel last year) I don’t have any pictures of me sweating and drinking cold beer … so this had to do.
Smell: the smell of another Numata Matsuri next year … and kebabs … and hot sweaty weather … and everything attached to the Numata Matsuri!
note: I have P.M.S. … Post Matsuri Syndrome.
double note: 362 days of anticipation to follow
… crap! Next year is a leap year!
triple note: apologies for not visiting your blogs … I’ll be back lookey looing soon.
Today I’ve realized that I am a “homer” … just not from where I grew up though.
When I see these old stone lanterns, I always stop and stare at them for a while.
Some people probably think I’m interested in old stone lanterns or art. Some people might think I’m reflecting on some deep universal riddle. Some people may think I’m pondering about what life was like for the artists who created these things.
None of that’s true though.
I’m just thinking if my head would fit in the hole … and whether I could push the whole thing over if I wanted to.
Some people think some pretty weird stuff.
note:Coleman® stoves don’t use coal for some reason.
double note: this lantern had a guard cat … guarding it.
Today I remembered the old “pretend to crack an egg on a kid’s head” trick. Tap a kid on the head with a knuckle and then run fingers down the side of the kid’s head lightly, like it’s an egg running down their head. It still has the same effect as when it was done to me as a kid: amazement, screams, and then a “do it again” expression on the kid’s face.