once again gainfully employed. actually have been for a few weeks now, but i felt it best to wait it out, just make sure that i actually had landed and this wasn’t just a temporary financial bandage. the new place is good, incredibly stable, with headquarters that eerily resemble superman’s fortress of solitude. all that is missing is a visit from terrence stamp and friends from the phantom zone. kneel! kneel before zod! i really dig terrence stamp for some reason. could be the voice. could be the way he can play any role and make it not only believable, but incredibly cool.
american movie classics played the restored cut of hitchcock’s ‘rear window’ this past sunday night. you just cannot get much better than that. is it in my top ten or so movies i posted last year? by god, it ought to be. great cinematography, sharp as tacks dialogue and that plot, that simple plot that pulls you directly into jimmy stewart’s obsession with the goings-on of his neighbors. and who else but hitchcock could take america’s favorite lawyer and turn him into one of the creepiest would-be-wife-murderers in film history?
wal-mart. 24-hours. the place gives me the creeps because of its sheer retail mass, but when you need dress socks at 10:15pm at night because the ones you have keep disappearing, well, there is little choice. the toy section is pitiful now, still recovering from the holidays i suppose. i always look to see if there is anything new that might go on my desk, always looking for a conversation piece, but the pickings were slim. i saw that they have re-issued the original he-man action figures in shiny collector boxes. same old mold, same old plastic, new big ass price. $11. wow. they were only $4 back in 1983 or so. never got into them anyway. they just seemed too squat and burly. at the time i was way into g.i.joe figures and star wars toys. the joes came with backpacks and all sorts of weaponry, not to mention the just-this-side-of-reality military vehicles. you could try to play with the joes and the star wars figures simultaneously, but the star wars toys were at a horrible disadvantage since their legs couldn’t bend at the knee. a g.i.joe could pilot an x-wing fighter, but luke skywalker on a motorcycle just looked stupid. and painful.
why is it that i sleep rather soundly for about six or seven hours only to be just as drowsy the next morning? could be the schedule. i just can’t see going to bed before midnight, it seems like a waste of time, of possibility. something might just happen between 10:45pm and 12:15am that will affect me for the rest of my life. you never know.
did i make any resolutions this year? as a matter of fact, well, sort of. i did resolve to keep this new job as long as i possibly can. and i think i was considering a renewed interest in exercise, perhaps running, maybe returning to the karate that kept me healthy in high school. the worst thing about karate was when anyone at school found out about it. what belt are you? brown. brown?!? what does that mean? it means that i am about three ranks away from black. oh really… then show me something.
like i am some sort of trained monkey. i always refused. performing is one thing. being someone’s private sideshow is another.
more theatre work. ‘i hate hamlet’ opens this week in roswell. i am playing gary. a producer. not as out-and-out evil or ruthless as claudius, but still fun to play. it has been awhile since i have worked at village playhouse, and i am not sure if i am up for a full six week run. too late to turn back now.
so. yes. i’m back.
