When I came out here in the tail end of 2012 I took the things that would fit in a jeep. In hindsight I don’t regret the stupid choices I made, sure, I wish I had taken my dogs, but I had no reason to suspect my favorite of the two would never see 2013. It would have been a bad idea to take him and there wasn’t any reason at the time to find him a safer home.
I’m going to stray back away from maudlin. I had purchased a number of those dvd albums, you know, eight sleeves, four on each side, that fit into an album like sheets of a photo album, and I put a large chunk of my unwieldy dvd collection into the sleeves. In factory boxes I would have needed two jeeps just for dvds. I hit the ground running when I got here. From time to time I run across one of those albums I had forgotten about or misplaced.
I watched field of dreams tonight for the thousandth time because I found an album with it in a sleeve. You know, if it were the exact same movie but about figure skating it would stupid. I know that might seem obvious to you, but, for a sports movie, there’s really not a lot of game action. I mean there isn’t a single play on the screen that makes you ooh and ahh. The theology of the movie, which is the central theme, is childish. Although it’s not a tagline from the movie, the theme is summed up in the single line “Heaven is where dreams come true.” It’s like a Disney cartoon, where somehow the dead dog is heartwarming. Weird when you think about it, a lot of ink dies in kids cartoons.
I was half thinking about writing a flash making fun of one the clichés of the movie, something like the main character regretting that the last time he spoke to his father he told him he loved him and then the father died, years later he realized what a prick his dad had been. I don’t know, it was funny in my head. Certain clichés remain because they appear to have some universal truth in them, but they don’t, not really. It doesn’t matter what the last thing you said was or if you have regrets or if there is an afterlife, the person was going to die anyhow. That’s the side effect of being born and it happens to 100 percent of the born, hatched, or split single cell.
Ok, this was left on the desktop, presumably by me, but I remember being more articulate. It’s less scarey to think I’m losing my shit than unseen forces sneaking in to write mediocre entries.
Oh. Yeah. Roanoke. What the hell. Every couple of years someone make3s a B movie about it, always some creepy story or other. We know that history is always skewed by the authors but it’s also always sort of rigid. We see that in our own times. By rigid I mean all sorts of things, but, in this case I mean rigid. The story is only weird if the settlers acted in the rigid and predictable manner of settlers of the time; zealots looking for freedom to practice a rigid religion.
What if they just decided “Fuck it, we’re Americans now.” And made it look like they disappeared to keep, who was it, Raleigh? Ok, Raleigh from following them. I don’t remember the story very well, something like they got dropped on the island, there was some other war in Europe, when they came back with supplies everyone was gone and, I think, at least in the movies, the only clue that was left was Croaton (something like that). Um, Indians and Aliens probably don’t use the symbols in our alphabet. Just saying, a couple of years is plenty of time to self abduct and go joy caravanning in a new world. If they were open to advice, winters are nicer south of Roanoke.
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