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I'm Thinking of Ending Things - Charlie Kaufman

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Film

Published: 22 December 2020

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Loved this. Smart, Grotesque, Brilliant. I don't precisely know how it ended up in the "Horror" Category, it's not, but it deals with visually/intellectually/ dense themes along the ideas of Memory, Age, Time. Typical Kaufman, and I can't pretend to understand even a fraction of it, but it will reward further viewings. Currently on Netflix. 

An Indian Hammer

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Found

Published: 22 December 2020

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Went over to restaurant to pick up/drop off some Xmas gifts. Their closed but they're thinking of us. And, outside in a rockpile I spotted this:

Fits the hand perfectly, worn on the bottom, an old Indian Hammer. Picked up by the owner on a nearby creek...

Damn. An excellent find and I'm more than a bit jealous.

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Stormy

Published: 18 December 2020

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Been a couple of weeks, head to town to track him down.

I find him in front of the Coffee Wagon.

Mitch at the coffee wagon, to pick up a coffee for Stormy while he runs his other errands, Mitch, by way of making conversation, asks how I know him, if I really know him, if I know "George", and he's dead-naming him, taboo, even here, somehow he's a bit jealous of our friendship, grown protective, and I'm a bit cautious, evasive, I mean, I know what he tells me and I can figure out a fair bit, I refer to Google, and he dismisses it with a "Pooh - WHAT DOES GOOGLE KNOW?", true, true, but you'd be surprised, still, he was Mitch's friend first and I should know it, sometimes, dealing with these hyper-intense hippies, it gets to be a bit much.

He ditches his scooter to crawl into the jeep, we're on a mission.

Several missions, actually. Swing by the Salvation Army, meet "Joe", who's standing outside to have a smoke, enquire as to the status of Stormy's Xmas Ham, he ordered and paid for it, and then if he'd seen "Brandy", he'd given her 80$ for a carton of off-brand cigarettes and she'd just disappeared...Joe thinks about it for a second, looks into space for a second, then tells Stormy - bluntly - that he'd best write it off, he's not seeing his money or his cigarettes...

"Yep."

I know Brandy, she's a friend of Stormy's, fine ass, pretty face, but sketchy. Always sketchy. Every time, tweaking, so you know where the money went...He'd tried to suggest that she needed a roommate, helping me out with my homelessness - but - while there would be benefits for sure - well, there would be drawbacks.

From here, lunch at the Yellow Deli, then to a couple of thrift shops, Stormy needs a newer pair of sweats, the old ones, well, they're just falling off of him, out to his apartment to grab my Xmas present, now to find tape so I can wrap it up, there's a big bag of scrolls - absent the gifts - marvelous, something to unbox, I won't be in town again anytime soon, and that's the day.

So, if you were wondering, he's fine. And this morning I unrolled his scrolls - well over 100, prodigal output for a couple of weeks, and - by the looks of some of them they're allowing him back into Cowan's to do his photocopying (they bar him every couple of days or so, I understand why, but STILL the man's the greatest living artist in the Kootenays, maybe even all of Canada, so cut him a little slack...). 

Anyways, easily a 3 hour job to unroll, read, reread and reroll them all - I chose a large sample to share with you. Pretty fucking hilarious & amazing.

 

A half-full bag of scrolls, there were actually 3 bags all told...

Didn't know you knew Ms. Lucy, Apparently she wants to share her portrait with you. Done on Light-Bright Paper.

Missy Funbagz. Yep. Another phrase to remember during intimate moments...

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