Consequence without action is impossible.  Action by its very nature results in consequence.  But should consequence be without action then it becomes moot, a non-entity, sort of a dark matter of result, a black hole of purpose seemingly spiraling in a temporal negative space. 

The reason I mention this is because this day is like no other.  It's a little like a few others, but in general, it is like no other.  Unless of course this day repeats itself.  It could happen.  Anything, really could happen.  Generally nothing does. 

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I've been going to a lot of movies lately at the Bijou.  They showed Salsa's last two pictures: "You Stabbed Me, I Love You" and "Wherever You Are, Drop Dead."  Salsa's work is really underappreciated.  It's really grim and everyone is unhappy in his movies.  I was like the only one laughing in the theater, as if people didn't get the jokes. 

Also, random thought: No wonder we eat popcorns when we watch movies. It sort of fits. In the same way that the when we read we chew paper.  Or at least that's what I do.

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Want to put in a plug for the new CD by Borchgrave, "Inside Homicide."  This is one of my favorite albums...at least this week.  Every song on it is rich with layers of guitars and kazoo.  The production is kind of low-fidelity.  Supposedly they recorded while buried underground for 3 days.  They had oxygen tanks in there so they could breath, but that messed with the audio quality.  The whole album you can hear the hissing of the oxygen tanks in the background.  A few times, you can hear someone bump into the tank with a CLANG. 

My favorite song on the album is "Equal Extract Echo."  In the beginning of the song they are distilling an extract of Equal artificial sweetener with all this reverb and echo on it.  Then the drums come in and bass and then the guitars and kazoos with the singing last, just howling:

"You Me, You Drink... SWEEEEET! / I Am, You Are ... SLEEEEET."

It just makes total sense: artificial sweetener ... ice pellets..you, me, I, am, are, drink....really sums it all up. 
  

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As some of you know I am a big fan of "The Wizard of Oz" WizBlogOzWizBlo.  So I'm always finding out more and more trivia about this amazing movie.  There are troves of stuff still to be uncovered.  But I recently learned that there was a munchkin in the movie named "Duncan."  That was his real first name.  And this munchkin had actually sued the Dunkin Donuts people for using the name Dunkin Munchkins. 

The story gets even stranger.  The lawsuit was filed and there were some documents exchanged between the two law firms, Dunkin Donuts firm of Lumlply, Wert and Bogg and Duncan Munchkin's lawyer, Duddy Haffelhoss.  But suddenly, in 1983, there are no more docs filed.  "At just around this time, Duncan Munchkin, whose real name was Duncan Mole Forshenwasher was hospitalized for discontinous patella AKA "broken kneecap."  I think the rest is obvious.  Need I say more.  I could...but I've said enough.  For now.  I CAN say more.  But I don't need to.  Maybe...nahh....

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I took my collection of fingernail clippings and went up to the top of Checker Hill to try to find the fingernail that most closely matched the waning fingernail moon.  Mordred came with me and took some pictures of me holding up the fingernail silhouetted in front of the moon.  I wish he wasn't using flash b/c this cop came by and told us to leave.  It's like, duh, we're just creating something.  Hel-LO!

Supposedly Checker Hill is private property and you're not allowed to take pictures there.  The cop didn't even believe they were my fingernail clippings.

   this is the moon.

this is my fingernail. 

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