My son convinced me to sit down front for the Shamu show. It was hot, hot hot, because the sun was beating down (three in the afternoon) and I thought a little splash of water would feel good.
For some reason, Shamu multiplies during the show, and by the end there were four of the buggers. And they all hit us at once.
Gallons, people, gallons.
I feel like I’m off-key.
(is that harmonious, Mir?)
I feel out of step with my family, with my friends, even with my job. Moreover, with myself. I need to make some kind of change, but I don’t know what, or how.
To anyone keeping track, this isn’t a bad funk like the ones I’ve had before. I’m not considering driving at highway speeds into a tree or off a bridge. Not today, at least. I just feel like I need to be doing something different than I have been. But it’s elusive, I’m not sure what it is, and I suspect it’s a moving target.
Hmm.
Coyote Ugly (Special Edition) is out: “If you were to take a bad porno, remove the nudity, add in a lame cliched plot, and give it some high production values, you would have something similar to COYOTE UGLY. Think SHOWGIRLS, but directed towards children.”
