Maybe You Should First Explain To Me What Being The Ninth Beatle Will Entail

Hail, Hail, Chicago's All Here
I stated in my May 1st, 2010 blog (readable on this site, and also to be found in Volume 3 of my blogs published/copyrighted in May 2010 at Archive.Org):

"In The Future All My Troubles Seem So Far Away
"A new event has occurred in connection with my observations that someone behind-the-scenes at the Huffington Post website is very much 'on' to my secret super-importance (or partially on?)...."

Something not unrelated to this observation about Huffington Post occurred today. Ariana Huffington printed an article entitled, "'Third World America' Excerpt: Michigan Father Commutes To Chicago For Work". Here is what I find particularly interesting about that article (not counting the article itself) - just two days ago, in my August 8th blog, I stated:

How many movies are there where the guy with the private airplane shocks someone by saying, "Hey, let's have dinner in Chicago!"

So, if you put two days ago together with today, and sprinkle in some May 1st, you might have to see something, I would think. I wouldn't assume that the Mayor of Los Angeles, who is one of my few "fans" at Huffington Post (they have fans for when you comment on an article - I comment as either JonathanDS or JonathanDS2U), has a proper vantage point for putting these things together to see the composite whole I'm drawing, but that's the lot of those who are fans of my comments at Huffington Post without being fans of my own blog articles. I only regret that there is little or nothing I can do for these sad unfortunates. Maybe I should direct people to these blogs sometime when I'm commenting on a Huffington Post article. Let's see, how about, "I too am concerned about the economy, in fact, I'm the 9th Beatle, I believe, with no hope of ever becoming the 5th Beatle."

Yes I'm Gonna Be A Person Who Remembers Not To Run Out of Gas Next Time
Also possibly in relation to my blog article of two days ago, on my way to work today I saw an uninhabited car pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, and found the car seemed to very much resemble the car I saw that guy driving, that guy I mentioned in my two days ago blog article. I don't know if there was anything to read from that, though today's car did have some sort of very small sign, like a large post-it note, taped to a side window (I didn't stop to read it). If I were better at identifying fancy black sports cars I might have something more definite to offer here, however, ignorance about cars remains one of my few guilty pleasures and I don't see this changing much in the future.

I suspect this could be one of those bits where first Paul McCartney shows up somewhere for my benefit (as described in my August 8th blog article), then someone takes over from there - I'm supposed to attach something to whatever his assigned delegate puts in front of me. Oh look, let's put a car like the one Paul drove behind him when he's on his way to the mountains. Now let's put the car in front of him when he's on his way to the supermarket. Don't even need to put McCartney in the car. Gee, this is fun, are you keeping close track of the look on his face when he sees it's not a Beatle?

I once knew a girl who knew/knows Paul McCartney. Her photograph was "once" on the inside album sleeve of Clapton's "Slowhand" on account of me (I was the only one given in the CalArts dorm that year whose room that had a brown corkboard bulletin board, and the inside Clapton album sleeve featured photos apparently tacked to a brown corkboard bulletin board; the previous year I had the dorm room with the different looking carpet because Amy Wexler, the daughter of Jerry Wexler, the head of Clapton's record company, had destroyed the carpet the year it was her room, etc., etc. - I've explained all this before in earlier blogs). God forbid the "Slowhand" girl should be the McCartney assigned delegate who gets to leave cars on road shoulders for me to make things out of. A conversation I once had with her led to Tom Hanks' TV sitcom, "Bosom Buddies" (also something I've described before), and yet she has never come forward and vouched for my assertion that I'm secretly super-important, or done anything about it. Would Mary Tyler Moore behave this way? I wonder if this is the sort of thing McCartney and Spielberg laugh about together in the Hamptons, where they're reportedly next-door neighbors.

Earl Gray Area
Nothing happened in connection with me on tonight's "Memphis Beat", which in itself is worth noting. I do have an observation, nevertheless, just in case they thought they were doing something that I would find worth noticing. Can't leave them hanging if that was the case, but I emphasize, I expect it never happened, is just a coincidence if even that, yet just the same, I have to take into account the possibility:

In my August 4th blog, in the section entitled, "His World", I pointed out a moment in one of my major little videos, "Gosk 2" by including a videoclip excerpt, as it was in connection with something or another (read it/view it). In that same "Gosk 2" scene, one of the characters from the planet Klug finds that his girl is all taken by the music being played by an Earthling, and he is not delighted. One finds a certain correlation made in "Gosk" to racial tension vs. embracing racial differences. [If one takes the trouble to read my entire 1993 full-length screenplay that I've posted at Archive.Org, one will in fact find a very positive message on that subject, where things culminates in all the people of Earth and all the people of Klug feeling great love for one another. It's really heartwarming, someone should make this movie, though surprisingly it gets treated more like a car by the side of the road with parts worth stealing.]

And so in tonight's "Memphis Beat", a white character is not too delighted that his former girl is all taken by the music played to her by a black character. We suspect race might have contributed to his killing his former girl and framing the black guy, though thankfully they are always careful never to take us too far into the deep, underlying motivations of a killer, lest it transform us all into killers (some of us even feel the need to stay away from people who enjoy mimicking Jack Nicholson's "Here's Johnny!" from "The Shining", not to mention the Barney song, but I digress).

Also on tonight's "Memphis Beat" we find a snow globe. In the scene in "Gosk 2" that immediately precedes the "Gosk 2" scene to which I've just referred, one of the characters observes, with regard to little white flakes floating around, "I think I know where all these little white flakes come from". However, in truth, "Gosk 2" is not set inside a snow globe, which is only one of the places where the correlation falls apart.