A few days before I unvail my retrospective on paranoia thrillers genre and this little gem comes along. Enjoy the trailer of D.J. Caruso’s new film with Shia LaBeouf (Transformers) .
PARENTAL WARNING: The following trailer is of the Red Band variety meaning it contains profanity and violence but looks like another winner from the Coen Brothers, fresh off their Oscar winner No Country for Old Men.
Rosenbush Café will be closed until Friday due to the death of my wife’s brother’s mother-in-law. I’m taking time to head to the Carolinas to work with Natalie as she prepares for her trip to Canada for the funeral. We send our condolences to the entire family.
Naturally, we are about to get into our busiest month: August with new tenants moving in as quickly as former ones move on. With help from Donald, and his son, maintenance is on schedule for the early units and Glynn will leave The Bunker next week to work on projects, too. Glynn will still blog on and update Locust Fork News from the Henri Villas in T-Town rather than off the banks of the Locust Fork River.
The heat wave is not helping outdoor landcaping; it’s over 100 again today with thunderstorms all around except here. The ongoing projects will curtail updates although I’ll constantly be posting mentally so my psychic readers will at least be entertained. Past updates on movies, end of the world and such are still planned and as football season approaches the Crimson Tide fever will undoubtably infect the city. School starts August 22nd and by September 1st Rosenbush Café will be moving into new directions. I’d tell you what the changes are but I do so like surprising myself as well as others.
As I can, I’ll post whatever and whenever so as to not go completely insane. I prefer only being partially bonkers as it leaves room for improvement. Coming soon: A look at the greatest addiction facing us today: Consumer Spending and How Collectors do not want you to pay off Debts.
Until we meet again under the fog enjoy one of my favorite groups from my college days; Lindisfarne. The vid is off an old U.K. television program from 1971 and while not of high quality the song, “Fog on the Tyne,” has always been a favorite, but my most favorite is “When the World is Over.” Alan Hull writes some wonderful lyrics, totally obscured by unenlightened westerners who will have fun trying to understand what he is singing about. The rest of us know and enjoy the thick euro intimacy.
Collecting movies has been a bane of my existence since technology first permitted me to view or own virtually anything my cinefeasté palette can taste. I taste movies and smell them, too. All my senses are fulfilled by the realm of all things motion pictured.
When it became financially infeasible to continue buying movies I began looking through my library of Videocassettes and DVDs. I could sell all of these for whatever, make someone happy and make some coins of the realm for Hen and free up plentiful space.
If only I could get to all of them.
Where might some of them B?
Na-po-leonRooooooom.
Mixed in with 45 rpms, 1980s copies of American Film Magazine and Omnis interspersed to make walking through this chaos more treacherous. Didn’t I promise myself to clean out the Napoleon Room only a week ago?
Yeah, this upstairs room has a named. Oh, those quaint sixties where everything had a name.
This was once a guest room from 1963 until my return home in 1985, then my room.
Too small to be a normal room but just the correct dimensions to fill with one’s past; magazines, my third computer – a Compaq Presario with 65 megabytes of RAM Whoo-Ha! -, movie magazines, science magazines, comic books, scratched records I never threw away, MAD Magazines, the main, but non-working wall clock from Rosenbush Café, a Bell and Howell camera and screen for Super 8mm (sans sound), a disintegrating antique mirror, videos, old photographs, Reporter’s Notebooks, DVDs, paperbacks, and a small pile of Playboys, Galleries, Qui, Nuggets and Rogues from the early days. I was a teenager after all and some of these mags provided thrilling moments of excitement, fear and confusion in equal measures!
Unfinished manuscripts; Street Creatures, Cougar on the Loose!, The Other Side of Tomorrow, The Ecliptic Man and Summer’s Melting/Snowman in the Summer. There’s more reasons to have them unfinished than the stories detailed therein.
Yes, there sits a Napoleon-style bed that is designed only for the shortest of sleepers or contortionists.
The remainder of room left is covered in all manner of tchotchkes. tchotchke
Or tchotchke2
As a child, and when I was smaller than my massive 5-9 ¾ 145 pounds currently, its size was peachy. As I became older and a bit taller it became a time portal; I’d have my saltine crackers, Oval tine, Aurora Model’s Plastic Godzilla who always accompanied me to the Stone Age on the mattress and we’d take adventures. Few people know that on one of our trips we found out what really killed the dinosaurs; it was their time to go; too many meat eaters not getting enough fiber and leaves and the vegetarians succumbing to leave spores.
Or maybe it was that peanut-butter-banana sandwich I left behind?
So for the uncounted times before where I left this room to time past I am about to open the door, trip over a stack of framed pictures from the 1900s of people I don’t know and fall face forwarded into the disarray. I intend to come out on top of this room and write about what I find of interest. It truly is a time capsule mixing stuff from different eras and generations of thinking and doing.
Doing is something I need more practice doing.
Heh.
Bonaparte, you Runt, we got to get you a woman.
With apologies to Todd Rundgren, but you know I love your music. And remember I saw you with Utopia in 1974 with a migraine?
Of course you don’t. We’ve never met, but here we are.
“So, what’s with this wheel thing? “ I ask myself ever so slyly. Perhaps I have an answer forthcoming if my fingers will allow my mind to slow down and place the ideas on my surreal screen paper substitute.
“Well,” I reply knowing myself to be looking for an incredulous statement that can be challenged. He wants me to talk about an invention that has changed our lives but I’ll show me…
“The wheel is a useful metaphor for the lives we lead. We are constantly circling our existence as if some immense bird is making one last pass before devouring our good intentions. We chase the illusion of freedom through artistic smoke and streams and find ourselves right where we left ourselves; on the outside looking in. There is no shame anymore for what is left to disparage? We are circling for a landing and soon our feet will return to the tarmac. And so it goes.”
Didn’t know I’d think that did I?
Not until I thought it.
Just thought you’d like to know.
Bell Peppers came before the wheel they just weren’t called Bell Peppers.
Robot Chicken is an acquired taste; you like it or not but either way this little Star Wars spoof is off the planet. Although profanity is bleeped it is still not for young children. With Adult Swim RC is an ideal late night snack but to my thinking any spoof of Star Wars is worthwhile and this was voted as Number 1 on the AS website. Be sure to check out their other programming with plenty of downloads and episodes to savor.
