(Trigger warning: this may get loud. Por ejemplo) :

Life is indeed, sometimes far stranger than any fantasy. Actually, it’s 1:10pm and my brain is a bit too pooped out. Just plain tired. Like a blissful kid walking away from an empty gumball machine with a sackful of Dubble Bubble after emptying the family piggy bank, I am all spent. (I guess that makes some kind of sense?) However. I’ll admit I’m also a few pennies short of of a full roll. Brain, current time, please. (VCR fast forwards) Stop. Thanks, pal. My brain sloshes around smiling. (Yes, I know I’m talking to myself, but it’s how I’m dealing with this). Yes, I’ve got… a whole lot more issues than a planet full of comic shops.

It’s now 3:22pm (!) and I spent that time poring over my 809 subscribers to see if a certain person (a relative) was in my readership list (Nope, and I went though that list six times just to be sure. Long story short: (and it’s a very, VERY long story). (Brain: Narrator mode, ON (*click*): For full details, please send four self-addressed stamped envelopes to: Brain! (“upstairs”: Yo!) Me: Just keep it down, please, I’m trying to finally get more work done here. (Brain: ) Today, Brain is doing a Goofy impersonation and a pretty good one). At 4:00 (Brain: 4:04!), I turned the the TV off and it was just the fan spinning, (Brain: And me?), I just wanted to simply liven things up a bit and soon found myself hunting and pecking around cable as I also poked around a bit online while gathering assorted clips and images for this post.

At around 3:27 PM, my younger brother, came out of his room, took a shower, dressed himself and went out. I didn’t ask where he was headed, but I was a bit concerned about him and where he was going. In any event, he only went grocery shopping and returned about half (hour or so later Brain: 49 minutes!) *(Note: This will be the subject of a much longer future post, but I’ll get to that a few weeks from now).

Brrrain?(I roll my r’s), Brain:Yup? I know you’re doing Goofy, but that bit above, You’re also channeling Jack Webb, right? (I see in my mind, Brain is wearing a frilly Elizabethan collar(Shakespeare?), but also wearing a Deerstalker hat (no pipe, as I don’t smoke). I blink and it’s now wearing six different fedoras from a bunch of film noir classics. (Brain: Er, well…it seemed appropriate?)… I sigh and quickly imagine whatever people actually are or will be reading this will all disappear faster than the Great Gazoo once I hit that Publish button). But today, I’m letting the chips fall wherever they land.

Moods: more like this (although, that Ramones song below is from their LP Halfway to Sanity, which is quite ironic. To me, at least.)

Let’s move on. Brain plays (on a huge imaginary music box) bits of: The Movin’ On theme, The Jeffersons theme, the One Day At A Time theme and a few more vintage TV tunes. My grey matter is bubbling and blazing through these clips so fast, I can’t keep up. From “upstairs”, I hear “You were thinking I should speed things up a bit because it’s getting late and you haven’t had dinner yet… Uh, hey. Can I come downstairs and watch that moo-vie with you? An idea for a segue pops up and I ask Brain to take over for a bit while I edit and add a few more videos and pictures. I think I can trust him.

(Why a music box, you ask? Back in February, I wanted to buy my mother one for her birthday and I went online and looked at quite a few before realizing I was falling into a rabbit hole over this. I just got her a card and some small gifts. Hey, I can always pick one up for Xmas)

Without warning,my playlist drops the needle on another Ramones tune:

(Brain: Um, I’m kinda hungry, Feed me! Me: fine, give me a minute.

Okay, Audrey III! (Brain looks like a cross between a Guiana Chestnut, a Pachira plant and the carnivorous plant from 1986’s Little Shop of Horrors). I’m hungry as well.

I stopped writing, went to the fridge and took out the ground imported Wagyu I bought yesterday along with a few other ingredients. 14 minutes later it was a nice and done. Sitting down for the meal, my eternal playlist pumps out a few tunes as “we” eat: Trouble by Lyndsey Buckingham, Problems (Sex Pistols) What’s Going On (Marvin Gaye) and Help (The Beatles). After the meal, Brain burps a little and continues the story for a bit. There’s a slight time jump.

(Brain:)

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 6:20 PM.

We were watching a random action film on cable, but it was just for the noise filling the room. I mentioned TCM might have something to watch and we quickly changed the channel. Psycho was on, and the scene where Marion is selling her car was playing out, We watched the rest of the film, had a small can of iced coffee and left the television on. Hmm. Time to wrap this dead fish up while it was still relatively fresh.

In short, I’ve got a few medical woes to take care of, but I’m sure Monday’s doctor visit will be a start of my eventual longer journey to some sort of recovery. I’d initially written much more (Brain: 9146 words), but I spent most of this week pruning that into what you’re reading today. I feel fine overall, but I’m also feeling incredibly creative. This post seems to be a “result”. so there will a few more at some point. Don’t worry about things too much. I think I’ve got a handle on this particular door.

-GW