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blood on the store floor - 2000-05-18
Here's the thing: I'm finally optimistic about this weekend, a subject that, just yesterday, caused me a great deal of mental anguish. I am quite confident that the weekend will be fun, and relaxing, and everything I really need right now. I just hope it is for everybody else... I suppose I should look into getting ready now... Camping supplies, and such. Okay, yeah, well, I'll do that tomorrow. --- It dawned on me just now, that I don't think the actor playing Ronald McDonald is the ORIGINAL actor I remember playing him in my childhood (nightmares). The voice seems different, and he seems more gaunt. I suppose these things happen. Like, I mean, I highly doubt that the Lambchop sock was the same sock EVERY time... Which means there were several, several different Lambchops, and us kids didn't even know the difference. Such deception... And the name "Lambchop"? Isn't that food? Lambchop teaches kids that animals are food! That socks are edible! I was talking about McDonalds... Anybody remember Mayor McCheese? The forgotten McDonaldsland character? What, not marketable? C'mon, bring him back... Did he die? To teach the victims about life, just like when Mr. Hooper from Sesame Street died? I wonder how that would go: "Sorry, Timmy. Mayor McCheese had passed away. Grimace accidentally ate his face, one hungry night..." --- Dustin and I spent the night filming, as reported, and it was draining. It is draining hearing your own voice on screen, it is draining seeing yourself. It was draining accosting my friends about some issue that has been long beaten to death. Draining, yet perversely fun. It was draining having a bloodbath with Dave at the store, minus the blood, and winding up on the floor, ready to submit, etc... I think I would like to continue film making, but just trying to be a little less controversial.
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