What’s worse is that I just shouted out an answer. 🙄🙄🔫

I think I have the soundtrack to The Grand Budapest laying around somewhere.

I should get Birdman’s as I was just reading it was composed by a jazz drummer.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonio_Sánchez_(drummer)

See also, Classic Girl…

i’m gonna comment, but it needs to be compelling, so i’ll be back.
i don’t know how many times i saw Fury Road. The only thing that comes close is Birdman. Birdman is my current all time fave. It’s magic.
Fury Road is close.
and what these movies do for me is good and bad. they spoil me for a lot of what comes next. The Grand Budapest Hotel is another. So was Moonrise Kingdom. 4 of my all time faves came out approx 2 years from each other.
and yes, the music is essential. i’m more than a fan. When I saw Graham Sexton playing that guitar in Fury Road, I knew I’d witnessed history. It’s almost wrong he was called the Doof Warrior. My vernacular says doof is short for Doofus, a dork. The character is not.

Okay, one more moonflower picture. I’ll be handing out seeds in the fall.

Google think’s its a carrot.. 🥕🤔

Aww. Thankies!!

How weird would it be to have an entry phone by my front door for visitors?

The series is well worth the read, however, the movie is better if you haven’t read them.

It’s an epic adventure that didn’t translate well into a 90 minute film. I wanted to like it but, meh.

I guess I thought everyone who reads these pages knew: Dark Tower is the book that SGC pleaded with me to read and I refused. I was still into early early King. I’ve never read the Dark Tower stuff.

We got One Crazy Summer on instead. Both movies by the infamous Savage Steve Holland.

Boy, is it nice when the thunderstorm blows over.

> is to get quiet

Yep, that’s good stuff. I’m the busiest when I got uncomfortable feelings going on. I’m mostly good most of the time at turning off the overdrive and just being alone and quiet with me and whatever I’m feeling.

Occasionally I’ll set a trash can on fire afterward.

Disassociation — the cool kids shouldn’t know of this magic as much as they do. I have too many stories, none I’d like to ever write down.

My mom always accused us kids of mortifying her. We were guilty of ignorance of things she should have taught us and she was guilty of not packing for the guilt trip.

Talk about mortifying? It has been well documented in these pages about the time mom got shit faced drunk in the middle of the afternoon at the Country Club, on a weekday, and drove a station wagon full of kids home. Ran a red light. The guy she almost creamed followed us home and screamed at mom from the bottom of the driveway and somebody called the old man. He comes home from work. Tells me, “Don’t let her leave!” I’d of been mortified if I’d known what it was. Instead, i disassociated myself from the whole affair. Didn’t come up for air until approx 1983. Disassociation is a neat trick, but it has side effects.

That’s the right answer 😉

It’s hard to mortify me.

Haha! Yep.

Than the doggos 😊

Them doggies are gon be the death of me.