February 3, 2008
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As a young child I would be terrified that there was an evil monster under my bed. In fact, sometimes as I lay on my bed I would simply accept that the evil monster was really rhythmically breathing and waiting for me directly underneath my bed. But there was a rationale for convincing myself how to fall asleep. My reasoning was that if I stayed on top of the bed, then I was safe. The only ‘move’ the evil monster had was the from-under-the-bed-swipe at my foot if I would step on the floor while getting out of bed. So I would fall asleep completely accepting the evil monster being under my bed, knowing that we had the mutual understanding that the rules were that he could only swipe at my feet.
Stuffed animals are convenient replacements for pets. You don’t need to feed them, clean up after them, or take care of them at all. But they are still soft and cuddly and there whenever you need them. Having pets, I’m afraid, is a dated concept.
I hate navigating unfamiliar websites in trying to locate some sort of information that is needed. Sometimes a website will seem like an infinite labryinth, where each link will lead to more links, and you aren’t even sure if the last link was on the right path.
Wind is propoganda for where you should move. It whispers gently, ‘Move this way, move this way.‘
The Oscars are coming up; what could be weirder. If you win best actor, when they give you the award it is like saying, ”Here. You are really good at pretending to be someone else. Good job.” Then perhaps their speech will follow suit: “Thank you. I tried really hard to be someone else. My pretending was not easy. I’d like to thank all these people for helping me be someone else.”
Sleepytime! Perhaps I’ll have more crazy dreams. (Last night I was in a mammoth hotel in Los Angeles when a lightning storm attacked the city and all the power in the whole city flickered on and off, until it went out for good. Then people with guns stormed the room I was in in the hotel and captured me.) Goodnight!
Comments (8)
from an actor’s perspective, you don’t get it. The challenge to portray… without getting lost in it.
Heath will be the Phoenix of your Gen;
Hm, did you attend the show? Emery has changed a lot since their previous albums.
I never thought of wind like that…..I like it.
lmao. i like the way you described actors XD
and the wind thing, i always thought that when i was little. if i was outside, (i live on a mountain so, lots of playing in the woods as a kid) and the wind started to blow the trees one way, id amble off im that direction for a while.
i agree with the monster rules. they only grab if your feet hang over!
The wind has been so bad out here in Nor Cal, it isn’t whispering, it is shouting. And it is trying to convince my fence. Part of the fence fell for the propaganda. Pun partly intended.
That is interesting what you said about movie stars and the oscars. It is also funny that fans of movie stars become fans of their pretend characters or their really good pretending. Most actors probably pretend because they don’t like who they are for real. Then us fans want to know all about the real them that actors seek to hide.
Awesome thoughts on the monsters under the bed and the rules.
hehe, love your description of Calvin & Hobbes there… (or was that you too?) Man I love those books, I want to read them again… anyway how’s college? life treating you good? did you escape from being captured? take care man… stop by!!
Ugh, I hate learning new websites… that’s why I only use 3.
Just kidding. But really, I feel your pain.
Nice Calvinian moment in the first two paragraphs, by the way. And I don’t care if that’s not a real word, it is now.