i looked at a bunch of Blair Witch Project parodies this morning to find something to get in the mood for Halloween. this is the best one that i could find. funny listening to the German boys swearing...
Oh my gosh! I HAD to see the Blair Witch Project the MOMENT it came out - at an Independent film theater! I had researched the website, thought it was probably a hoax, but still had a bit of uncertainty. I was sitting in this old, 1930's pitch black theater with drippy old faucets, getting sucked into the movie, believing it was REAL, and getting the CRAP scared out of me. I walked out into the hot, sunny day and kept looking behind me for the Blair Witch! Seriously! That's a great movie...
Sometimes I hate the laws of karma that bind me to this reality so much. I hate living in a place that suffers this heat in the summertime so badly too and would gladly pay in slave labor to be able to live in Santa Cruz, or some other affable place near a pleasant seashore that would soothe my body... and my soul. I don't know why I'm not allowed to live in Santa Cruz. When Billy and I became able to live there from 1995 to 1998 it was like we had won a huge lottery, like I had worked my way out of an enormous prison sentence and I was given a liberty to experience freedom from the previous 35 years of junk-karma I had created for myself. Was it the benefits of hard work? Or luck? Or karmic justice? Now I cannot even afford the price of a tank of gas for a day trip to Santa Cruz and my body aches so much from the mental woes and worries my mental disease inflicts me with, I'm afraid that if I got into the 50 degree waters for 30 minutes of body surfing that my musc...
i don't know what it was about reading this, but somehow it got me excited and i suddenly feel an urge and conviction; a belief if you will, that i CAN write this book, and well, do it now. with NanoWrimo happening next month i think i will shift my focus so that i will start to just pour this puppy/kitty out. who's with me?? http://squeakingnoodle.blogspot.com/2006/09/writing-book-in-one-hit.html
There is only one thing "bad" about going to a Bob Dylan concert, and that is having to go alone. Not having someone to talk to about the show afterwards, or to get excited with when he is singing an especially liked song. Kind of a drag.
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