Phoned Home

Happy to report that E.T. does indeed still get his sweet ass home. Brigitte and I went to see it last night and it remains triumphant film-making. I bet if the movie were made today that they wouldn’t let E.T. die – that pussy-marketers would consider that plot element too traumatic… the kids were rowdy for the first hour but once the shitstorm starts nobody said a damn word. The CG-effects added in compliment the film for the most part – though one or two times the creature moves too fast to match the expert puppetry of the original. And I keep trying to think up lyrics to the theme song: ‘E. T.! The muthafuckin’ spaceman… got his sweet ass ho-o-ome! La la lalalala la la!’ Surely somebody has already done this. Note to dad: Do we still have my Speak and Spell? Sell that baby on Ebay… and I hope we still have that E.T. trashcan I had in my bedroom forever.

Did anybody catch South Park this week? I watched it three times – to hear Cartman on Maury Povich with a tube top, turqoise eyeshadow and pink fingerless gloves say: ‘Whut-evah! I’ll do what I wun’! I ran for congress. And won. I had sex with an intern. Killed her and hid her body. I’ll do what I wan’!’ and then ‘Whut-evah! I’ll digitally re-insert Jabba the Hutt in the first Star Wars movie, I’ll do whut I wun’!’ Totally hysterical. And that Butters kid with a nutsack on his chin. One of the funniest things Cartman has ever said is: ‘Tom Hanks couldn’t act his way out of a nutsack.’ Nutsack is such a fun word to say.

Matt was in town this weekend for a voice/speech conference so we had dinner on Friday… he’s trying to decide if he is going to stay at Indiana University one more year or do as planned and come back to Chicago. I hope he comes back here.

Planning has begun for the cross-country extravaganza where-in Karen, Brigitte and myself drive across this blessed nation on our way to San Diego. We want to stop in Denver and Las Vegas. Ron was in Vegas this week on layover and said the Van Gogh/Gaugin exhibit that we missed in Chicago is there so maybe we can have a weekend there in a few weeks.

Totalled up all of my receipts for last year. I feel much better about not having lots of savings when I think of how much I spent on my plays in March, rolfing, acupuncture, boxing and paying off my desktop machine. Much much better. I lost a huge chunk of change on my plays (as I knew I would) – it was just important to me to get them produced. And it’s crazy how I can map out my year by my receipts.

No Ron for about five days – he’s working hardcore and got in at 2:30 this morning and might have to fly again today. I think the time apart is a good thing. I have enjoyed not spending any time in Boystown and sort of re-centering with my usual cadre/cabal.

Brigitte started coaching with my colleague Dara this weekend. I love Dara and knew that they’d be a great match… I think Karen moving is a good way to shake us all up a bit and get us on the move to get our house(s) in order and make It happen.

As part of my coaching commitments from two weekends ago, I committed to having 10 celebrations of my progress in the next year. I’d said four but Christina said, ‘How bout 10?’ and before I knew it I’d committed. This is part of my effort to stop and celebrate how far I’ve come and to sort of mark milestones. I’ve always had trouble celebrating progress – I’d rather get on to the next thing.

Was singing ‘Mr. Cellophane’ from Chicago this morning. I need to get back in a musical again. Miss that.

Matt got an anarchy A tattooed on his elbow – he cracks me up – he was talking about getting raised tattoos where you brand the skin first so the scar raises up and then you get the tattoo on the scar tissue. Goddamn that sounds painful! It’d be like pressing my arm on a George Foreman grill.

Amid my receipts from last year I found a free flight on Southwest voucher that expires in a week so I called mom and dad and I’m flying home for Easter after all!






One response to “Phoned Home”

  1. Brooks Avatar

    I knew a guy in high school who used ice to dull the sensation, then burned, that’s right, BURNED, a cross into his arm. Talk about looking painful! Damn. I can just hear him now, “I’ll do what I wan’!”

    Sometimes I feel really guilty for being away so much lately,,,

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