“Imagination…Sit, Stay….Lay Down and Play Dead”

I have been working on reading a book, and slowly plodding along. However, there is no way to say this; once you have seen the movie it is harder to see a character in the light originally intended by the author. But we plod along hoping to catch that glimpse originally intended before Hollywood slapped on the make-up and where in hell is wardrobe, we need them on set in less than five, they look just awful that color just wont do with the lighting we have set up! Good grief. Makes you miss Charlie Chaplin, doesn’t it? in the wide open space between the lines my imagination grapples with the beautiful world the author tries desperately to lay before me, while my unconscious nags in the glitz and glam of over paid child actors and under studies for whom the really awful bathroom shots and awkward naked poses are supposed to be reserved for (unless the actor or actress has a voyeuristic streak who knows these days wink wink).

All of this proves to me the damnable idiocy we are creating for the youth of our nation and we wonder why we have spoiled loss of innocence. Go figure Mr. President. A television in every home that was once the dream. a television in every room of every home, that was once a dream, now the damned house talks to you and tells you what the fuck you have to put in spaghetti to make it taste good! No shit, leave it to Billy Gates, he has a house a “proto type” mind you, that tells you what ingredients you have and need to cook food, tells you what steps to take, it even keeps track of your damned Prescription Medications! Since when did we loose control over the house and the house became the ruler of the roost, and the fantasy a reality, and the books of the future were no longer needed? No reason what so ever hardly to watch the freaking Jetsons anymore, sorry Astro, fetch is way out dated, they forgot to program us to play that game with you.
More To Come I am Sure...
Angie