Dearie Me.

Yeah, so it's a good thing i'm not crazy (ahahaha, that's a laugh) or else this would make me dive happily over the deep end:

Stop-Motion Wall Art

Hm. It is insane, awe-inspiring, nauseating... pure genius. Pretty much, i wanna hang out with these guys. Like ASAP. How much is a ticket to Buenos Aires, anyway? ::looks it up::
Okay, about two thousand dollars. I get that. I mean, that's assuming i left right away, i.e. tomorrow, and everybody knows it's always more expensive to fly during the weekend.

I do have some old cans of paint lying around... but perhaps i'll stick to trying out the Bokeh thing instead. Paint was never one of my strong mediums anyway.

So it's interesting to go from reading something unbearably bad like White Teeth to reading something incredibly great, like King, Queen, Knave. It's that feeling of relief, or pure delight, even, at seeing words being used they way they downright oughta be. It's why Nabokov really is one of the greats. Same way reading James Agee was such a pleasure after trying to work my way through... oh, what was it... doesn't matter now, anyway :) And Alice Munro! Read her short stories. They grab ahold of you and don't let go, honest. I'm not a movie poster, i speak the truth! I know many of you "just don't like short stories". Well, that's crap. Sorry. So get on it! I suggest Open Secrets. You will feel like you are remembering old friends.

Speaking of short stories, Nat and i have yet to go on our own personal "[The] Long Walk". I read lots of Stephen King as a morbid middle-school bookworm, and years later managed to force a few of his tales into Nat's skeptical fingers. But some of his short stories really are great- like "The Mist" (the monsters are not just under your bed and in your closet anymore. they are outside, everywhere.), "The Raft" (themes of sex and death), "The Monkey" (pure evil toy madness), "Beachworld" (sand and minds slipping away), "The Jaunt" (silly, but it realizes my fears of time travel), The Milkman shorts (a spider in a milk bottle ::shudders with pleasure::), and last but definitely the opposite of least, "Uncle Otto's Truck".
For some reason this last one really fucked me up. It's such a simple story, really, and nothing even happens in it, i daresay. Or does it? Anyway, i was never really able to look at automobiles the same way after that, especially old trucks. Especially old trucks up on cinderblocks. Especially old trucks up on cinderblocks in a field somewhere! Psh. Thanks a lot, Stephen King.

Anywho, The Long Walk. Yes. We will take one; it will be along the railroad tracks near here. I will fight my urge to tie a piece of checkered cloth to the end of a long stick and fill it with meager provisions. This would seem to be rude for anyone we encounter who actually does happen to be a vagrant, a vagabond. (i can't help it! ever since i was little, ever since the very first time i ever came across that image- the bum with the hard luck and the bag on a stick- i have wanted to don a pair of overalls, chew a piece of hay while whistling, and tramp along through the undergrowth while marveling at life's ups and downs; maybe mostly just the downs.)
We will walk North, i think. North along the tracks as far as they will take us. Despite the absence of "teammates", an elusive cash prize, and a lorry running alongside us filled with armed soldiers ready to shoot us if we slow down, it will be just the same as in the story. We will walk as if our lives depended on it, we will not stop. We will walk forever. We will never give up!

Next time: Should i make a "List"? i mean, let's be honest. i have a lot of people i need to purge.