The Last Lois Lane

I just woke up from a long nap with some strange dream sequences, which may or may not have been induced by the strawberry frozen yogurt I consumed a few hours before. I don’t recall the exact narrative of my dream, if there was one. Some highlights:

Some guy had planted fruit trees in the middle of the street, so now there were full grown trees blocking huge portions of the road. I couldn’t believe this didn’t seem to bother anyone and that no one was doing anything about it.

I woke up within the dream…you know one of those perplexing moments when you wake from sleeping in a dream and somehow think you’re not dreaming anymore since you woke up. Suddenly I realized I was covered in tattoos. They were good tattoos from what I could judge, and apparently were placed there by some female friends. I tried to figure out how they could have done it while I was asleep. Had I been drugged or something. tried to wash them off only to discover that they were permanent. I then however, woke up again within the dream and the tattoos were gone. Ah thank goodness it was only a dream, yet I didn’t realize I was still dreaming even then.

I was sitting in some unknown mall-like airport, in heavily trafficked area near one of the exits. A somewhat dirty, white german shepherd dog wandered up to my chair and wanted to be petted. I was nervous, because you never know if strange dogs will just decide to bite the shit out of you. It’s owner seemed to be nowhere to be found, but finally a white trash looking lady came by and claimed it….As I’m sitting there, I’m watching an anime series on a portable little gadget I apparently own. The Anime series is a fictitious older one which is titled “The Last Lois Lane.” As the theme song is playing, there’s an older Asian man several seats away from me singing along with the words as if it’s something he’s nostalgic for from his childhood. However, he seems too old to be nostalgic for an anime series that’s maybe at the most a couple of decades old. He would have been a full grown adult at the time when it aired….so I figured he must have watched it with his his children and maybe he’s reminiscing about the time he used to spend with them. I wish that I could remember the words to the song, but I’m afraid it was all just gibberish, though maybe it was just in Japanese an I just didn’t recognize it since I don’t speak the language. I don’t want to offend anyone.

September 20, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , . Uncategorized. Comments off.

Edward not for long

On my recent visit to my grandma’s for Easter to eat rack of lamb, I unearthed this ancient photo of me from a phase when I wanted to be like Edward Furlong. I suppose nearly every sullen, semi-rebellious, double kickflipping youth had this hairdo in 1992. My stepdad used to tell me that it made me look like Veronica Lake. Whatever. My dad would tell me that I needed a haircut, that people would think he was taking his daughter fishing…to which I would reply “Dad, it’s the 90’s!” His answer to that was of course “Yeah it’s the 90’s Brandon not the 60’s…” Touche! But if only it had been the 60’s. I don’t know about you, but I’d trade a year in 1992 for a year in 1962 without thinking twice about it. I remember in one issue of Mad Magazine they had a “then and now” cartoon piece called “the 60’s and the 90’s” comically comparing the generational differences like “make love not war” vs “don’t ask don’t tell” and “Tricky Dick” vs “Slick Willy”….as well as my own personal favorite showing our progress with Martin Luther King and his “I have a dream” speech to Martin Lawrence’s “You so F#!% crazy” with a shit eating grin on his face.

Funny thing is it was meant to humorously illustrate how absurd our society has become…but all that stuff is the norm and tame by today’s standards. What was a (somewhat) edgy hairdo in 1992 doesn’t even scratch the surface of the extreme self mutilation that is commonplace today (gauges, etc.) When my prepubescent eyes first saw the issue of Thrasher featuring Steve and Art Godoy covered head to toe with tattoos sometime in 1990..I had never seen anything like it. Now half the girls and guys I know look like that, and it’s rare that I’ll meet a girl who doesn’t have a plethora of tattoos and piercings. I still prefer the classically beautiful type…but I’ve learned to see into and through these illustrations to the person and their story where there is either beauty or there isn’t. I never like tattoos because I felt they ruined your versatility, your ability to adapt and shapeshift for a given situation. But now that nearly every type of person except the Amish have them I suppose even a CIA agent like Felix Leiter(Thunderball version) could have tattoos and not have to worry about his cover being blown.

One final note, I once saw Edward Furlong at a party at Aristotle Circa’s house in Los Feliz in the fall of 2000…. a classic party that Michael Runion and I rode our bikes to all the way from West Hollywood. I could barely keep up with him on my kids dirtbike, “the stunner” purchased from the (long gone?)Sears on Santa Monica and Western.

But enough about the bad old days. Tonight I shall go out, allergies be damned and enjoy springtime in Phoenix…my favorite time to be here.

April 9, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Uncategorized. Comments off.

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