My junk DVD player plays my wife's workout videos from beginning to end without a blip and only makes it about halfway into anything I'm watching. Well, it finally functioned long enough for me to finish watching David Lynch's Blue Velvet. I liked it very much. Dorothy Valenz's apartment has been in many of my dreams through the years. The one in my dreams has white carpet, black leather furniture, walls painted forest green, faux marble pottery, and no one touches the coffee table; and people are standing stone still but are alive like when Jeffrey finds the guys in Dorothy's apartment with gunshot wounds to the head. The colors are different but it's the same feeling I got when I saw the apartment in BV.
Here's a line from the movie: "I'll fuck anything that moves." It's now also a line from my life. I heard it said in David Lynch's movie Blue Velvet, and I said it to myself after I heard it on the movie. Plus, I just blogged about it, and wrote on my blog about blogging about it.
I just heard someone say "Stop being an ass." It was probably me.
Next is Eraserhead. Twin Peaks after that. I am excited. I am strange. I am going to put my DVD player in the shower and run cold water on it if it malfunctions again.
Lately, according to statcounter and google searches, people end up or at least stop by this blog in search of answers or pictures or both. Probably both. Those answers and pictures pertain to the meaning of dissemination and girls that have penises. I wish these seekers all the best.
Tonight I bought these things at the hardware store:
20 vinyl floor tiles
1 gallon of bonding agent
3 roller covers, 3/4" knap
4 small screws
1 box of screws that go into concrete
1 drill bit set with bits for wood and for installing fasteners requiring phillips and flat head bits, star, square, and hex bits.
1 rubber bristled thing that works as a broom or as a squeegie and is supposedly only available on TV through an infomercial.
Somewhere else my life is going on without me.