At the Top of the Mountain

I actually had a fairly positive experience last weekend. Came home to find out I had been tapped to produce a short script THAT EVENING for performance THAT SUNDAY. I bitched, I did it, had it e-mailed out by 10 pm and was hailed as a genius. It performed well, and was judged by many to be a high point of the morning.

So I reflected on this, and remembered reading an article by Tom Robbins, long, long ago. He related how one day he decided he wanted to see the pyramids, so he “asked the Universe for a ticket to Egypt.” that afternoon, Playboy called and asked him to cover the Grateful Dead concert at Giza.

So this morning I asked the Universe for more of that. “I need some paying work like that, writing and performing, what I like to do, what I am good at doing.”

This afternoon, I got a phone call from Mystery Cafe, the dinner theater I quit in exasperation several years ago, asking me to fill in this weekend in a technically demanding role I originated six years ago, and have not performed in nearly three.

Universe, you’re an asshole.

More Thoughtcrimes

As you likely know, Iran (the former Persia) is taking umbrage at the movie 300 and its version of the Battle of Thermopylae (so are some historians, but that’s neither here nor there). Fortunately, The Daily Show is there.

Also: a Michigan school is forbidding use of MySpace not only in the school, but anywhere. Unless St. Hugo’s is able to abuse the Patriot Act (as can, let’s face it, practically anybody else), I really can’t see how this is going to be enforceable.

Speaking of which…

(These last two from the Portal of Evil News Page. Dormez bien.)

Neener Neener

…and HA! to haters, quitters and oh-so-cool “I’m taking it off my Tivo cycle” -ers.

Lost has gotten very interesting again in the last few weeks.

So there.

Thoughtcrime!

If you’ve been following the bizarre wars waged in the name of Intellectual Property (including, but not limited to, RIAA lawsuits against toddlers and corpses, the Movie industry assuming that you are buying tickets or DVDs simply to pirate their wares, and abusive DMCA take-down orders) this really comes as no surprise: McDonalds wants the word “McJob” taken from the English language, or at least our dictionaries.

I particularly love this quote: “Dictionaries are supposed to be paragons of accuracy. And it this case, they got it completely wrong,” Walt Riker, a Mickey D’s McSpokesman complained to the Associated Press. “It’s a complete disservice and incredibly demeaning to a terrific work force and a company that’s been a jobs and opportunity machine for 50 years.”

Any sarcastic remark I would make after that would just… plain… lack.

(And thanks to BoingBoing.net for bringing this McStupidity to my attention)

Expectations done got violated

The Pat Boone album was a big hit.

Go figure.

And now, history

Something occurred to me today, during rare downtime, listening to The Ten.

The History of My Taste in Music

The 60s: “What is that crap? It’s just noise!”

The 70s: “Hey, your record’s stuck.”

The 80s: “What is this crap? That’s so gay.”

The 90s: Lived alone for most of them. That that, haters!

The 90s – 2000s, Married Version: “You listen to that? I just hear noise.”

The Present – The Office: “What is this? I swear, you bring the weirdest crap….”

“It’s Joni Mitchell, for God’s sake.”

That’s Joni Mitchell?”

“I guess you can’t write songs about Big Yellow Taxis and being a free man in Paris forever, huh?”

“Joni Mitchell. Huh.”

Tomorrow: Pat Boone’s heavy metal album. Stay tuned.

The Ten v.001

As I try to get my writing life back in gear, I find myself returning to old ideas that never got utilized. One is the time I decided to write a novel using the Tarot as a guide. Yeah, I know, it’s not original at all; Philip K. Dick did the same thing using the I Ching. I’m not totally following that old route yet, though – for one thing, I can’t find my favorite deck. For another, I simply don’t have the time or unassailable personal space to reach a point of clarity for the cards to speak to me.

What I have done is become oddly obsessed with my MP3 player and what gets connected via the Random function. As this point, I’m unsure whether I’m trying to suss out things about myself or if my subconscious is trying to find usable patterns in sonic synchronicity. More bulletins as they occur, I guess. For the curious, today’s Ten was:

1. Shirley Bassey – Diamonds are Forever
2. Mitchell Froom – The Key of Cool (getting a 404 on that name? It’s the music used in Cafe Flesh)
3. Danny Elfman – Midnight Run
4. Spanky & Our Gang – Sunday Will Never Be the Same
5. Spirit – A Dream Within A Dream
6. Mandingo – Jungle Wedding
7. Nine Inch Nails – Last
8. Oingo Boingo – Dead Man’s Party
9. Pink Floyd – Goodbye, Blue Sky
10. Les Baxter – Tahiti, A Summer Night at Sea