Good evening. On the 4:30PM out of the City. The NFI is one.
What a droll sort of day. I am quite devoid of intellectual energy. It has been siphoned from my brain through my keyboard and lost in interweb etherspace due to redundant government forms. I am spent.
Sissy Spacek is here. The well-preserved Country-Western singer and award winning actress is seated four seats back along the window. She is reading from her iCrackerBot about the trials and tribulations of young female singers in Nashville, not realizing that it’s the pilot script of the TV drama of the same name starring Connie Britton and Hayden Panettiere (of Heroes fame). Her macular degenerative eyes gloss over the script, reminiscing about a happier time with Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard and and a tour bus. She shudders with satisfaction as she shuts down her vibrating device and fails asleep.
Grandma Moses is here. The 212 year old part-Cherokee part-French-Colonial elder stateswoman of a, since eradicated, Native American tribe, is busy eating “pepperoni nuggets” with her remaining molars and washing it down with whatever fire-water, which I can smell from three seats and across the aisle away, is in that beaten metal flask she takes out of her purse.
Bruce Campbell of Evil Dead 2 fame is here. Our action hero, with his roman nose and almost cubic head, is watching something on his iCrackerBot. Probably outtakes from his masterpiece performance in ED2 which, in my humble opinion, should rank (heh) at the top of anybody’s list of campy horror movies to own in ones collection.
Do we own movies anymore? Have we ceded this to NetCinema and HowNow (youknowwhatimean)? Unless I get endorsements, no corporate name will be willingly used on this blog.
Also here are John Cleese, a silly hat, Paris Hilton, Connie Chung, and a young, Pythonish Terry Gilliam. All are armed.
Happy Tuesday. Safe travels.