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Buster Keaton Anjin-san Ghidorah "Bud" Johnson (1986-2007)

Last night proved itself to be the first night out of five consecutive evenings since last Thursday where I did not check to see that my cat Buster had food or water before bedtime. It is the Halloween season, and I suddenly find myself haunted by a memory. A memory of a sweet, old friend, whose death warrant I reluctantly signed in a cold vet's office on Thursday morning last. Suddenly, tales of ghosts and ghouls don't seem so much like fun to me, becoming things that I no longer mockingly believe in for the spirit of a holiday, but rather something I halfway anticipate. Most of the food I have downed since then has lost its taste, or I've lost mine, and I have thrown myself into piles of musty old books I have not read in years, and cataloging videotapes I no longer have much compulsion to watch. But I can't get rid of them all the same, using them weirdly as a lifeline of desperation, in quite the opposite way that I seemed to muster the courage (followed by a quest…

Spout Mavens Disc #5: Коктебель [Roads to Koktebel] (2003)

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Writing about this disc would have proven to be a far simpler journey, had all of the Roads to Koktebel, trod upon by a homeless father and son on a sojourn through the lonely expanses of Russia, not crossed against my own personal Jetstream to Orlando and Roads to Anaheim Via Similarly Barren and Somewhat Dull Routes Through Idaho, Oregon, Nevada and California. You see, this disc arrived just as I was returning from my first vacation at Walt Disney World and its various and sundry neighboring parks, from which I slunk back to my abode with a rather sullen attitude at the prospect of returning to a life where I actually had to work to earn my keep, as opposed to lounging about a cabin in the woods, through which I strode happily every morning, and then spending each day riding rollercoasters and each night eating at 4-star restaurants.

This despondency was displaced swiftly, as I drifted unluckily into a week-long bout of the flu, which left me able to watch movies, but unable to rea…

Watch Me Pull A Rabbit Out Of My Hat...

For my next illusion, I shall disappear almost completely from virtual notice for over three weeks! Poof! Four people in the audience shall notice and be mildly concerned, while the rest shall check their watches in a "we've seen this sort of thing before" move, and finished their yawn with an over-exaggerated "Woof!" followed by a extra gasp for needed air. I shall then reappear in much the same manner as I disappeared, with those four people applauding vociferously, and a handful of others adding to the mix with the sort of polite response they have been trained since birth to give as a manner of courtesy.

Disappear? Not really. It's all about perspective. I've been about my normal places off and on -- I've been highly visible if you have actually been around me -- but as it seems to happen each year, September is once again my month of choice for winding down for a bit, having a birthday, having Jen's birthday, worrying about money, and then w…

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