Hey! How’s everything going. I’m alright. I’m more interested in how you’re doing. But there’s no way to find out! I get comments on entries pretty often but it’s always spambots. Or bot’sspam. I wanna know how the Humans are doing. Probably riding high still after being memorialatized in 2008 song by The Killers. The song goes are we human or are we dancer. The answer is PROBABLY BOTH. I’m not much of a dancer, probably less than almost everybody, so I’m Only Human. I can’t recall ever dancing. Is Dancer one of the famous dozen reindeer. They sure is! Not sure why. Because one was already named Prancer. So let’s build off that. Oh okay. Anyway. My life! THAT’S something to talk about. I have less of a life than almost everybody. I’m Only Hunan! Anyway I had a high shelf halfway-romance dream last night. Been a while since I dreamt amorously. Traditionally I’ve had Love Dreams before at other points in my life but this was the first time in a while. HEY I FEEL SOMETHING for someone else kinda forgot what that was like for a second. I don’t 100% like DREAMS telling me how to feel! I want to determine that MYSELF. While awake and alert! But anything is better than nothing! Lots of things are worse than nothing. Less than nothing. Like negative numbers! I did math!
Did band practice with a School Of Rock splinter group this past weekend. With the premise that we’ll do our own thing somehow at some point. It’s very vague at this point! But Positive Numbers Are Higher Than Zero so I figure I’ll participate in this Offshoot for now! Hey guys we should call ourselves Splinter. That’s something I might say to them if I didn’t care about them associating me with being the kind of guy who would come up with and say that. You could get a splinter from FleetWOOD Mac. Then it’s settled! Anyway. Splinter. Why would a rat take it upon himself to teach turtles and be their mentor. Yes I know they’re all mutants, does that matter? Anyway I’ve lived in NYC my whole 37.67 years and I’ve had very little interaction with the stereotopical rat infestation. I might be able to count on one hand the amount of rats I’ve seen in and out of Inside! Also I might not just be counting fingers. I might just count random different points of my palm and fingerjoints on that one hand. I can count 30 times I’ve been with a rat on one hand why not. NO BUT REALLY I’ve seen rats in the street a dozen or so times, that’s it! And maybe TWO times inside? I dunno! RATT should have called themselves WRAT. People might think their name was Wrath and they had a typographical error though. PROBABLY. W-RAT might be a community radio station where the hosts talk explicitly about Crimes Going On.
Oh okay I finished that paragraph. I was ready to continue the riff! But the paragraph was done! Now I don’t know what to do. Anyway. What am I gonna dream about tonight! It’s gotta be even better than my Dream Of Love! What’s better than love. Eat Prey Love. Crazy Stupid Love. Love And Basketball. WHATEVR it doesn’t need to be perfect. Most dreams I can conjure’ll do! Would I have liked basketball more growing up If everything was 5/6ths the size? The court, the ball, the hoop’s height, etc? I think so! Also the opposing opponents. THAT sounds like a fun game. I remember for a year or two around 13 years of age I had a treasured mini rubber basketball (are all basketball rubber?) and hoop attached to the back of my roomdoor. I remember enjoying playing with that at odd intervals for a solid six to eighteen months or so. Punch Drunk Love. Kick Sober Love. Karate Chop! Punch can get you drunk but if you get drunk on punch too much you will want to kick the habit. What if at the end of the Karate Kid there was the exact same pacing for the final karate fight but they just fit in the line of dialogue for Daniel Le Russo to say, “Hope You Get a KICK OUT OF THIS!” right as he crane-kicked Johnny Lawrence to win the match and tournament.
Johnny Lawrence should have called himself Johnny Law for fun. Then Daniel La Russo could have released a novelty song cover called, “I Fought The Law (BUT I WON).” Anyway. Both their last names start with, “La,” sort of pretty much! How about that! They have more in common than they thought! Hmm. Well anyway. Isn’t there a show called LA Law. Lala. There was! Great. Not sure why the American Public went along with that. We didn’t have a choice. Not like we’re programming TV channels. We’re innocent bystanders! Anyway Karate Kid: Legends sounds more like a video game title than a Movie. Also Karate Kid: The Video Game sounds really fun! Let’s get AI working on that one. AI is like Karate. AI-YAA. That’s what you say when you preform individual acts of karate. I guess. This feels wrong but it also feels like I took a karate class once or twice. Tae Kwon Do possibly. I took an ultra-beginners intro lesson when I was eight or something. To ONE of the Martial Arts! I might have learnt Stretches. They could have started teaching me How To Warm Up. Just the beginning of that lesson. OR that could have never happened! Probably had to get dressed up in Karate Garb though. Are the words, “Garb,” and, “Garbage,” related? To some extent, yes!
Well great. One more paragraph to go. It’s kind of disturbing how much in my life my feelings about people have been dictated by dreams. Every now and then I dream about real people and have very strong feelings in the dream and then That’s Just How I Feel About Them In Real Life! In retrospect that seems kinda wrong! Anyway. Good for me. I like feeling feelings at all! Works out in my favor in that respect I guess. Anyway. I’ve heard Life Is But A Dream but I think it’s more so Life Is And A Dream. Life Is… And A Dream! MORE ACCURATE. Good. I dreamt a complete song a few weeks ago. And I even woke up with it still in my brain like I should probably figure that song out on guitar RIGHT NOW… I think I Could if I went for it… I dunno… pretty lazy… ah well better songs will probably come to me this one ain’t that important… Anyway. I forget how it went. Apparently it could be played on guitar though or something. That’s good. Maybe Life may be BUT a dream. In the sense that reality is just a dream of sorts. I hope not. What if I wake up! Then all this will have been for naught. Oh well I gave life a shot. That’s the best I can do! Well anyway. I’ll see ya later I guess.
-6:35 P.M.
AUGUST 18 2026
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