Well, dear readers, late yesterday (or early this morning) a dear reader lurker out there in the dark came out of the woodwork and posted a question. We’re always very happy when dear reader lurkers out there in the dark come out of the woodwork and post questions. After all, how comfortable can it be in the woodwork, day in and day out and also day out and day in? In any case, here is what the dear reader lurker out there in the dark asked: Bruce, what the hell are you babbling about? He then suggested a nice dosage of Valium every four hours. I have given this question quite a bit of thought. What the hell am I babbling about? First of all, one of the most frequently used sentences in these here notes is the following: What the hell am I talking about? Do a search on that sentence and see what happens. So, since I ask a variation on the question our dear reader lurker out there in the dark has asked, and said question remains unanswered, the answer is quite simple: I have no idea what the hell I’m babbling about. I am the babbler, I babble. It is up to others to decipher the true hidden meanings and importance of any babbling. Why should the babbler have to do all the work? Funnily, most dear readers know exactly what the hell I’m babbling about, which is either a good thing or a scary thing. Now, I don’t happen to think our dear reader lurker out there in the dark was being mean and/or serious – after all, yesterday’s notes were especially obtuse – but on the off-chance or even the on-chance anyone doesn’t like the babbling around here, I have a simple solution – if you don’t like the babbling get out of the brook. I remember when I was writing my column as The Real A, early on I got an angry e-mail from someone who was quite offended with what he called “my drivel”. I wrote him back and asked the obvious – why did he read it if it’s so offensive? He said because it was addictive. In any case, I take a Diet Coke every four hours, which I find much more effective than Valium.
Last night I watched half of a motion picture entitled City of Lost Children, from the director of Amelie, Jeunet (this film is co-directed with Marc Caro). I’m enjoying it thus far – it is very strange but somehow mesmerizing. Messrs. Jeunet and Caro do seem to have taken a Terry Gilliam pill every four hours – it is suffused with Gilliamesque imagery. It is no wonder that he is a huge fan of this film (and their first film, Delicatessan). It’s very well cast, and the music of Angelo Badalamente is wonderful. I’ll finish watching it this very evening.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Don’t I have more babbling to do?
By the way (BTW, in Internet lingo) it may or may not interest you to know that I have never taken a Valium or any other pill of its type. I have never taken a Percodin or a Zanex. I wanted to take Lithium once, just because I like the name, but I didn’t. I have, on occasion, taken an aspirin or a Tylenol or an Actifed.
Quick, let’s all click on the Unseemly Button below and I’ll tell you why in a minute.
Well, dear readers, I know you are sitting there scratching your collective heads wondering why in tarnation these here notes are going up so late. Well, I’ll tell you why, dear readers – because two hours ago I got a phone call and I had to do an interview with Cinescape Magazine. I had no idea how intensive it would be, but it just went on and on and on, and I must say I babbled quite a bit.
So, I’m afraid I must cut to the chase as they say in Hollywood, California. It is now noon and I must take the day, I must do the things I do and babble whilst I’m doing them. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day here at haineshisway.com, so feel free to babble on about any old thing that comes into your mind. I’ll be back in a bit to see what old things have come to your mind and to take part in the babble. Post away, my pretties.