more thoughts of old men i meet…during, well after really, this spring’s big snowstorm i was out and about and i spoke with this old man standing on the corner of a snowdrifted intersection downtown…he was full of stories about his youth, the war (his war), women, family…he spoke non-stop, he was happy to have someone listen…by telling all this stuff now, what will i have to talk about when i’m 70?
just had a great laugh…someone did a search on msn for sexhotsex and my blog popped up at #15…it is a sick sad world…i love it.
after putting it off as long as i could, i went to see American Splendor…before this movie, i had no idea who harvey pekar was…i would dare say that his work goes a long way towards creating a convincing artguement that comic books are a literary art form..i wouldn’t go so far as saying they are an american art form…you can’t ignore or underestimate the japanses contribution…so, why did i avoid this movie? it confirmed what i was afraid it would..excluding the whole being published thing, my life has been an awful lot like his…dead end souls sucking occupation for apaycheck…yeadrs of working in obscurity…crotchety attitude…believe it or not though, i walked out inspired and enboldened for more lonlieness, frustration, and lack of recognition…
reason # 51 why you won’t see a romantic comedy script with my name on it…
how do you portray the good times in a relationship without walking into cliches?