Jul. 20th, 2014

Dream

Jul. 20th, 2014 07:30 am
monk111: (Effulgent Days)
A bad dream. It was a morning dream. I had it after I got up at five for a bathroom run. I got in serious trouble. The police kind. Apparently my porn entries had a bigger audience than I knew. They thought that my fascination with schoolgirls was a little suspicious.

Interestingly, the police did not want to arrest me straight-off, nor did they want to risk offending me, in case their suspicions were unfounded. Having secured Pop’s cooperation, they maneuvered me into a facility where I was surreptitiously studied to see if I had an erotic fascination for kids. It was a three-hour observation, as I was exposed to supposedly impromptu stimuli while they closely observed my reactions - did I get a hard-on to this or that? It ends well. They concluded that I am not a pedophile and let me go. Though, that did not spare me from waking up and feeling a little spooked.
monk111: (Default)
We have an interesting piece titled "Seven Reasons Not to Write Novels and Only One Reason to Write Them". We will overlook the seven reasons - lack of money, practically a promise of failure. We will keep his reason why one might want to write a novel despite all the pain and waste.

Read more... )

Ash

Jul. 20th, 2014 09:56 am
monk111: (Cats)
A round of snorting heaves from Ash. It has been several months since she has suffered them, to my knowledge, maybe close to a year.
monk111: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
James Garner, the wry and handsome leading man who slid seamlessly between television and the movies but was best known as the amiable gambler Bret Maverick in the 1950s western “Maverick” and the cranky sleuth Jim Rockford in the 1970s series “The Rockford Files,” was found dead in his California home on Saturday night, the Los Angeles Police Department confirmed on Sunday. He was 86.

-- New York Times

I wasn't a big fan, but I felt his stardom - your good-looking alpha-male, with a sense of humor to lend color to that aura of strength.

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Mr. Garner disdained the pretentiousness of the acting profession. “I’m a Methodist but not as an actor,” he wrote in “The Garner Files.” “I’m from the Spencer Tracy school: be on time, know your words, hit your marks, and tell the truth. I don’t have any theories abut acting, and I don’t think about how to do it, except that an actor shouldn’t take himself too seriously, and shouldn’t try to make acting something that it isn’t. Acting is just common sense. It isn’t hard if you put yourself aside and just do what the writer wrote.”

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Persuasively ambivalent as a hero of westerns, war movies and detective stories, Mr. Garner’s performances may have reflected his feelings about his profession.

“I was never enamored of the business, never even wanted to be an actor, really,” he told The New York Times in 1984. “It’s always been a means to an end, which is to make a living.”

-- Bruce Weber at The New York Times

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monk111: (Default)
Came across news at ONTD on the Space Invaders video game. Someone is going to make a movie out of it. However, I'm in it for the memories. We got the game in Japan, and mother loved it and became obsessed and was quite good at it. It was one of the ways that she demonstrated that she had some talent in her. She shined. For a while, you could even say she was addicted to playing, going overboard as she was generally inclined to do. I can see her triumphant smile as I stared in dumbfounded awe at the way she cleared the enemy fields, like magic. Ah, mommy, mommy...




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Heh, it occurred to me that we actually still have the game. In fact, it is in the big room, about ten yards from me and the laptop. It is its own little table. It is covered by a tablecloth. The phone, a lamp, and a few other little items are on it. I don't suppose it works, now thirty years later. I'm a little curious to find out, but not enough to actually do so. It's kind of monotonous game anyway.
monk111: (Primal Hunger)
I am afraid to shut off the air-conditioner tonight. It's after eleven at night, and when I open the kitchen's glass sliding-door, it feels like a sauna outside. I don't think there will be any point in opening my bedroom window tonight, even though the air-conditioner will be off. It will be better to keep the worst of the sealed heat off.
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