Proposal

Lately, I've been fantasizing about a movie. It would be about Beavis and Butthead as adults, in live action rather than animation. The idea first came to me a few years ago when I realized how much Puck, from the Real World, looked like Beavis. Then I noticed that Dan Cortese looked a lot like I imagine Butthead would look if he got some plastic surgery.
The possibilities are endless. Butthead becoming an actor, a hustler, a porno star, maybe even an MTV VeeJay. No, maybe VeeJay is a little too cruel. But Beavis would always be there as Butthead's assistant- unless, of course, he went on to a career at Microsoft.
Any other ideas? Who would you like to see as Beavis and Butthead? (Leaving out the obvious choice of Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.) RSVP

Experiment

I'm making another attempt to use the client. The last few times I used it, my ISP crashed when I tried to get back on line. I had to restart the computer, and everything I had written in the client was lost. I hate it when that happens. Since my typing is pretty slow, and I have a monthly time limit internet connection (budget Juno,) I am limited to making short posts if I can't get the client to work with the ISP. Conundrum.

Afternoon

Today is considerably cooler- only in the mid eighties. Northward through the trees I can see a dense bank of white cloud hanging across the gap between the northern Sierra and Mount Lassen, the southernmost peak of the Cascades. Southward, a vague haze thickens toward Sacramento. Directly above, a rich blue sky with a few swirls of cloud, one of which eerily resembles a translucent scorpion. It is as close to perfect as a summer day gets in the mountains.

But I find myself thinking of Santa Monica. Standing on the bluffs of the promenade, all the seared mass of Los Angeles behind me, watching the whirling and swooping strings of kites being flown from the beach below; the afternoon breeze rich with the scent of kelp and that faint hint of oil so characteristic of southland beaches; the distant sound of the surf mingling with the whirr of skates and skateboards and the rumble of traffic on Ocean Boulevard; and all that vast swell of water dwarfing the headlands as it stretches out toward an Asian morning.

When was the last time that I was perfectly satisfied with where I was?
I can't remember.