INT. – GLENN’S MIND – DAY
It’s a madhouse of images and sounds.
We delve into Glenn's stream of consciousness and through the brain synapses’ firing we see the following thoughts floating in zig-zag motion inside his head.
I haven’t really had the ‘mind’ to write lately. Mostly because I’ve had a headache since Saturday morning. So as my mind wanders aimlessly, here’s one of those blog entries that has no point other than I’m forcing myself to write.
Sushi is good food. And it makes me happy when Jacob wants to eat my tuna sushi. Its so cool. Now Sushi is good under any circumstance. For a light lunch, for a heavy lunch, for late night dinner, during hot weather, cold weather, with or without beer (although its better with), dining with friends or all alone at a sushi bar. It’s the perfect meal at any time. Except when you have a stomach ache.
Eating a Chocolate & Dark Chocolate Haagen-Dazs bar tends to be one of the best 10 minutes of my day. I only do this like once a month so it’s a serious treat. I mean, read this: It’s an “all natural ice cream bar. Chocolate ice cream dipped in, then drizzled with fine dark chocolate.” It’s the ‘drizzled’ part in that description that makes it work. What a poetic way to describe the coating of the ice cream. How could you not eat something like that? Well, if you’re lactose intolerant, maybe you’ll want to stay away.
If there’s one show that I really look forward to its Big Brother 6. And if it weren’t for Big Brother 6, I wouldn’t have a clue about Rock Star INXS. Both shows are on my TV watching priority. I am going to watch Survivor tonight. Maybe I shouldn’t. But I probably will. Reality TV sucks. Sounds like I’m contradicting myself doesn’t it - since both Big Brother and Rock Star INXS are of the Reality TV variety. But my meaning is not that Reality TV sucks as in its bad TV, its damn good TV because it hooks you. That’s what sucks. And that’s why I hate Reality TV. But you gotta love it! This paragraph is filled with contradictions. Have a lawyer? Sue me.
Did you know if the Dodgers won their game two nights ago and then won again last night they’d only be four games out? And their last three games are with SD in SD?!?!?!?!?!? I HATE THEM! No I don’t. I love them.
The Giants are playing the Padres. Well, they did and took two of three. And I was watching one of the games when Jacob asked who I was rooting for. I said, “The Giants”. And Jake, the true blue Dodger fan I raised him to be said, “How could we root for the giants when we don’t like the Giants?” I tried to explain that we don’t like either the Padres or the Giants but the Giants have to beat the Padres so the Dodgers could get closer to first place. “But we don’t like the Giants.” He replied. “Yes, but they need to win so the Dodgers can get closer to first.” This went on and on in circles and finally it just was about the Dodgers need to be Colorado Rockies. I had no other way to explain that under NO circumstance, would we root for the Giants ever. Never, ever, ever, ever. Except for like, when they are playing the Padres who we would NOT root for either, but its better to root for the Padres than the Giants unless the Dodgers need… never mind. Go BLUE! At least he knows its improper to root for the Yankees under any circumstance… Unless they’re playing the Giants of course.
Now what?
I’ll wrap this up with lyrics from a song. Let’s see… what’s on my iPod that can contribute to the mood I’m in this very moment…
Ahhh…1979 by The Smashing Pumpkins
Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake
it
To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around
This song reminds of one rainy night in 1997 (not 1979). I was driving Donna to the mall to look for a clock radio. I sang this song, or part of it, to her. She laughed.
It was a Mellon Collie moment.
Get it? Mellon Collie? GET IT?!?!?!?!?!?! 1979 was from the album “Mellon Collie” and although it was a “melancholy moment” I used the words “Mellon Collie” as an adjective to describe… eh… nevermind.
THE END
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