And what is this “Good evening” shit? It was 10:42pm. If I was writing those things I’d be like “Get your ass of Facebook and go to bed. You got work tomorrow.”
It’s a classic knee-slapper circa ‘65 when we were all eating the same paste. We’d sit cross legged on the floor in a circle and Mrs. Stemple would scream, “JAMES LARKIN!” HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF?!”
It was Eileen’s sweater. Needed some of my attention.
Peeps, here’s your you-keep-your-distance Friday jam.
While going down your own Tears For Fears rabbit hole, do yourself a favor and DON’T listen to any live version of this song from 2000 or later. Your bum hole will be ruined for life.
But back to the video… I was happy that Roland and the librarian were together in the end. Without the chimp. Animals really shouldn’t wear clothes.
Donnie Darko didn’t happen for me in real time. i caught up with Donnie LONG after the fact on a DVD with extras that i bought.
a woman i worked with was the age appropriate for Donnie when Donnie happened and she was in love with him from those days.
i watched it, maybe 10 years late, and i fell in love with all of its surrealism.
i wonder why surrealism is called that? not the history of the word. just that more of life fits in the surreal category than not for me (ok, at least half the time) and i’m happy with those numbers. divided by zero and multiplied by green.
Ya, I didn’t watch Darko when it first came out either. Maybe 2-3 years later. It was one where too many people I knew hyped it and then I was all smug, like it couldn’t be that good. And then it was that good.
And plus one for surrealism is more everyday life. Me, two.
This post originally appeared on the Facebook group, What’s happening in Geneva, IL. I’m reposting here just in case someone decides the writing isn’t as exceptional as the Campana flame wars. I mean discussions.
Guys, they’re doing fire hydrant flushing on the east side of Geneva today and from what I gather the happening is primarily in neighborhoods around the Fox River.
This is important because I’ve never actually seen a hydrant being flushed. I’ve always felt they were akin to the elusive Sasquatch and Yeti up north. Signs for this city event, sure, we’ve all seen them. But a horizontal fountain spray? Never in all my time spent living in this wonderful city.
I snapped a picture of the Division hydrant on the way home from work. It’s not the best since I applied le zoom but I was quite pleased they gave her a fresh coat of red paint after the flush!
Although, I wouldn’t really want to splash in that water. There’s a reason they flush it out. Stagnant water in the lines is a breeding ground for all kinds for gross stuff. (This is the downside to being a water treatment engineer.)
And what is this “Good evening” shit? It was 10:42pm. If I was writing those things I’d be like “Get your ass of Facebook and go to bed. You got work tomorrow.”
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