You can find a lot of things on the internet. Some things are very easily found, some can be more difficult than getting Jimmy Stewart to pick a restaurant. I'm kidding of course, Mr. Stewart was a genius actor and "Harvey" is one of the best movies I've ever seen. However the visual of him jokingly stammering from the passenger seat is priceless. "What IS it Jimmy?!? Red Lobster?!? Red Robin?!? For god-sake WHAT are you hungry for?!?" (I can see the twinkle in his eye. ;)) (damn it!)
There are many interesting, invisible rabbit holes you can tumble down online. For example, I spent an entire Saturday confirming that cats can, indeed, learn to play piano. Clearly Keyboard Cat has taken lessons. He may have been the Einstein of cats for all I know, so I need more proof. I have noticed that my youngest cat, Mace, will let me play piano on his belly when music is playing. When I hit a wrong note though...he gets PISSED! He's actually worse that my previous piano teacher. She never drew blood.
I've also been looking for more information on what caused the rift between N.W.A.(W.N.) and Sting, Stewart and Andy. As well as video of Jane Curtin and Dan Aykroyd auditioning for "Tarzan". That's my point(counterpoint), you can find anything online. If it's not there, then you can make it...or make it happen.
Except a new season of "Firefly", apparently. They may not be able to take the sky from me, but they can take the cast, the ship, the writers and the show.
That was one of the points that my brother was making to me when he Tom Sawyer'd me into painting these fence posts. "Go WRITE!" he kept saying. It was like he was my subconscious GPS. Apparently making beans and toast isn't that big an accomplishment anymore.
They have been telling us this in movies and songs (and sometimes in songs IN movies) for years. However, for a long time there wasn't a way to get your creations out to people without becoming a part of the machine. Now the lock has broken off the candy store door! Literally anyone can go out and make a movie with the phone on which they play PokemonGo. Anyone can start spilling their thoughts onto a keyboard and publishing it online...obviously. ;)
Which brings me to that little F'ing cricket...his theory is bullshit. I've tried it...TWICE! Once when I was a kid and once again a few years ago. Please allow me to explain.
When I was a kid, I met Johnny Cash. Clearly Johnny Cash was a star. Some would say he was one of the biggest stars ever. At the time I met Mr. Cash, I really wanted a "Luke Skywalker AM Headset Radio". I remembered what "Captain Musical Wings" had sung to me so I stared at Mr. Cash and wished for the headset radio. I stared so intently that he began to look at me with the slightest trace of horror and drew back. Undeterred, I kept staring and wishing with everything I had in me. When Mr. Cash finally turned to leave I believe I heard him say "...think I need a drink..." or something.
I learned two important lessons that day. First, don't stare, it's not polite and apparently can be scary. Second, talking crickets don't know anything about achieving life goals.
Later in life I went to a benefit for the California State Parks at the Paramount lot for a showing of Return Of The Jedi followed by a Q&A with Mr. Mark Hamill. The event was awesome and when Mr. Hamill came out for the Q&A, it all came rushing back to me. The Luke Skywalker AM Headset Radio...the drinking problem I had instilled in Mr. Cash...the LIE sung to me by that lousy gryllidae (Thanks Google).
I HAD to try again. I must prove to myself that wishes can come true. I began to stare at Mr. Hamill...slowly at first...then gradually more intently. This time I would not be denied. I didn't really want the AM Headset Radio anymore, and if I did I'm sure I could find one on EBay, so instead...a Venti Coffee Frappuccino no whip. I REALLY wanted that Frap...so I wished for it. All the while my eyes were burning holes through Luke Skywalker like a lightsaber through an old smuggler.
I'm not really all that bitter at that monocled cricket. yes, my child hood hopes were hung on a coat rack of lies,..next to a tiny top hat and a tiny umbrella, but he did teach me a few things. Mainly if you want to pretend to be Luke Skywalker and listen to AM radio while drinking a Frappuccino, you have to work for it.
I guess that's what my brother's been saying all along.
...I'll be under the bed with my cats, my blankie, and some bug spray.
@GlenEwing
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