Nobody Knows The Trouble I've Hallucinated

Yeah, Well I'm The One Who Oughta Be Quarantining You
Some of us look at other people, figure a few things out, and then divide them up into three categories: Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced. It's a weakness, of course, in that we all belong in one group, we're all the same, we all know the same things, have the same background information, the same inclination, willingness and perspective in putting facts together, etc. It's silly that I scored 97 percentile on my college tests and that this can ever make me feel that I'm among stupider people. I get so silly sometimes, it's enough to drive me up the wall.

Don't Put This Section Together With Anything
A while ago someone I know gave me a box of Q-tips. She didn't really give them to me. My group in my company had a Christmas Party and I was the lucky one who received her gag gift. She's an old friend of President Obama, lived a few doors down during the Chicago days. Even before I knew of that relationship, even before Obama was the president, I laughed about the Q-tips.

Isolate This Section As Well
The Iranian President said something not too long ago regarding the American President. Because I'm secretly super-important in relation to Steven Spielberg, the most prominent Jewish man, and also because I'm secretly super-important in relation to Paul McCartney and Saturday Night Live and Ridley Scott and Tim Burton and James Cameron and Sting and Madonna and The Rolling Stones and countless other institutions that wield unimaginable influence over the hearts and minds of Americans and the rest of the world, the Iranian President joins in. Like so many others, he said something in a lexicon that is unknown to almost everyone, a lexicon of which certain individuals have been continually making use. But we're all the same, really, no Beginners, Intermediates or Advanced, and if one of us doesn't get something none of us do.

All Of Five Minutes
In some of my other blog articles I've commented on my influence on Jason Lee's TV show, "Memphis Beat", an influence I've characterized as having grown out of my influence earlier in Jason Lee's career. Such as my originating what became "My Name Is Earl", by sending my Earl-like idea to the producer of the 1995 movie, "Mallrats", Lee's first starring role, a movie which had been named for my video, "Mall Man".

Last night's "Memphis Beat" once again included a few things that, if put together with a few other things, spelled something to those I consider Intermediates and Advanced. As if there actually is such a thing as Intermediates and Advanced, that is, which there aren't, it's just me being some sort of silly, crazy con artist or something. But let's just pretend I'm right, okay, and then I can finish the train of thought and move on to the next subject and finish that and then we can get out early and catch a smoke before our next class.

In my 1993 video, "Mall Man" (do a search at Archive.Org), we have a big shopping mall mogul. In last night's Jason Lee episode we did as well. In "Mall Man" we have someone seeming to be a homeless person who really isn't. Likewise on last night's show. In "Mall Man" we have the idea of a woman getting a special gift for a fiance, but it just isn't for him. On last night's show, likewise. Any of these connections in of themselves, nothing. All of these things on last night's show taken together with "Mall Man", perhaps again, nothing. All of these things put together with what I've been saying in other blog articles regarding Jason Lee and "Mall Man", that is something. Not to the Beginners, but to the Intermediates and the Advanced. And there are those who will hand over the microphone to the Beginners and boost the speaker to full volume for precisely that reason.

A Day In The, Okay, Not A Day Hanging In The Balance
At work, Obama's old friend from the Chicago days was supposed to give me a piece of paper showing she had permission to take a day off, signed by her supervisor. WEEKS ago. Her supervisor already knows she took the day off, the timekeeping system already recorded that she used up her time off. But I still need that piece of paper, it's part of my job, so that I can put it in a drawer and then a box for five years or so until the obligatory period of a potential audit has passed (like that's gonna happen). She laughs when I remind her. That's what happens when you laugh when someone gives you Q-tips. I'm this close to giving up on this and moving on. I'm really divided on this.

You Did Not Just Say That
Two days ago or so Bolton that Bush Administration right-wing/white mustache guy said the Israelis have an eight-day window to attack Iran's nuclear sites, after that, it would release dangerous radiation if they did. I'm left-wing, he's right-wing. He has a white mustache, mine is brown (okay, I'm willing to admit there's a little gray there). We're apples and oranges, therefore, I don't have to think about this.

It's A Small World (And That's Even Without Circumstances Having Yet Reduced It To A Speck Of Dust)
A recent Facebook development in my life has put a certain red wire very close to a certain blue wire. I sure am glad someone else is in the middle of that one. Though it actually has a whole lot to do with me. And yet it doesn't. It touches on a big part of this lexicon business I've been referring to, the part which stretches in the direction of what the Iranian President has been secretly connecting with in some of his headline-grabbing remarks over the past several years. I sure am glad there are enough Beginners in my life to scream in my ear that I'm just being silly about this.

Down The Hatches
Making good progress on my latest video, "Down The Hatch," which is currently in danger of being renamed, "Down The Hatches," and then good luck doing a search for it after you've read it in sketch idea form at Archive.Org, or vice-versa.

Oh Yeah
It took me 45 or so years, but I finally figured out something from John Lennon. I count about 14 major Beatle songs that I was a significant influence on (something to which I've occasionally made reference), and this one belongs in that column. The thing I figured out is, in the Beatle song, "Rain," it's like, emotionally a rainy day versus a sunny day. A year or so later, in the Beatle song, "Penny Lane," Lennon's emotional harmonizing on the word "Blue" in "Blue suburban skies" is like, advocating that the skies are blue. Meanwhile back, "the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain". So, therefore, it's like, a rainy day versus a sunny day.

I bet if I had really worked at it I could have gotten this in only 22.5 or so years. Then again, I hope I never stop being a Beginner, finding things that were always there but are only now exploding off the page in front of me.