I want you... rockin' back inside my heart

(I don't know if I outright posted about this before. If I have, forgive me.)

Here's something.

It's David Lynch. I think that's all I need to say before letting you decide whether or not you wanna see this. Also, it's rare David Lynch.

(Hint: don't be distracted by the first minute or so; this is *not* WILD AT HEART)

And that's just part one of five.



Side note: I watched that on a date with a girl. To date, this girl is still the biggest crush I've ever had on a person, and our few movie nights together were legendary: TITUS, BLADE RUNNER, PERFECT BLUE, THE ICEMAN COMETH (Jason Robards, baby), and this, INDUSTRIAL SYMPHONY NO. 1. All that, and she was sane too. Sane and secure in her self-worth. No wonder how, years later, she's *still* the greatest unrequited love I've ever had. Last I spoke to her, she was about to fly off to Kilimanjaro, of all places. Why? Who knows? Likely off to further explore the world, thus making her seem even more exotic and unattainable.

I've never been one for unrequited love; if she's not into you, then what's the point? But watching this again reminds me why she's still the exception. If you think I'm weird for getting soft and nostalgic over a movie with a gigantic skinned deer... well, I guess you just don't understand Heffie, s'all I can say.

dig it, pallies

Here's a little something I whipped up*for little_dinosaur, in the style of Jules Feiffer and inspired, in part, by the Pointy Dog strips of heykidzcomix.

( I... I love Vegas... why oh why, do I love Vegas? I think I'll make it, make it good and clear... it's because... )

*I say this with highest irony; another reason why I never persued art was because I just didn't have the damn patience. This thing took me a couple days to do, between all my other real-life stuff. And by a couple days, I mean, "I picked at it for a few weeks."