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thehefnerOn the other hand, the more I think about it the more I find I rather like the idea of a cable channel doing a whole weekend of movies dedicated to me getting over my ex.
My mother has taken to watching The Girls Next Door, a reality show about Hugh Hefner and his live-in girlfriends. Ol' second-cousin/first-cousin-once-removed Hef really isn't looking that good. The combover really ain't doin' it. Mom's right, it's really creepily uncanny how he looks and acts like my father. Is this what a lifetime of fucking many, many beautiful women does to us Hefner males? If that's the case, at least I finally have one reason to not worry about my future. *rimshot* Ha ha, I kill myself.
Seriously though, I still want to contact the old man. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to contact him through his direct mansion address. Especially since considering the reason my Dad and I are estranged from him is supposedly because Hef percieved us invading his privacy which he values deeply or some such thing. I don't know. And it was probably a really bad idea to invite him to my high school graduation. No matter what my letter may have said otherwise, only a wedding announcement screams "I WANT MONEY!" more.
If I ever do my freaky beatnik road trip, which would have to be soon, after CLOSER, I'm gonna try to contact him one more time. I'll go out to LA personally anyway to see Gordon's relatives, maybe I can kill two bunnies with one stone.
Or at the very least I'll have my picture taken outside the gates, locked out. And that will be the cover for THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES. Maybe I'll be swigging a bottle of whiskey. Maybe it'll be the brand my characters in my novels drink, Christensen Mists brand dry gin. Heh heh. It's funny how I turn my pain into self-depricating art.
Maybe I'll finish the book before he dies and send it to him.
Still considering dropping off the link to the Emm Gryner monologue on Emm's myspace page. Or e-mailing it to her. We'll see.
My mother has taken to watching The Girls Next Door, a reality show about Hugh Hefner and his live-in girlfriends. Ol' second-cousin/first-cousin-once-removed Hef really isn't looking that good. The combover really ain't doin' it. Mom's right, it's really creepily uncanny how he looks and acts like my father. Is this what a lifetime of fucking many, many beautiful women does to us Hefner males? If that's the case, at least I finally have one reason to not worry about my future. *rimshot* Ha ha, I kill myself.
Seriously though, I still want to contact the old man. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to contact him through his direct mansion address. Especially since considering the reason my Dad and I are estranged from him is supposedly because Hef percieved us invading his privacy which he values deeply or some such thing. I don't know. And it was probably a really bad idea to invite him to my high school graduation. No matter what my letter may have said otherwise, only a wedding announcement screams "I WANT MONEY!" more.
If I ever do my freaky beatnik road trip, which would have to be soon, after CLOSER, I'm gonna try to contact him one more time. I'll go out to LA personally anyway to see Gordon's relatives, maybe I can kill two bunnies with one stone.
Or at the very least I'll have my picture taken outside the gates, locked out. And that will be the cover for THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES. Maybe I'll be swigging a bottle of whiskey. Maybe it'll be the brand my characters in my novels drink, Christensen Mists brand dry gin. Heh heh. It's funny how I turn my pain into self-depricating art.
Maybe I'll finish the book before he dies and send it to him.
Still considering dropping off the link to the Emm Gryner monologue on Emm's myspace page. Or e-mailing it to her. We'll see.
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Date: 2005-09-02 02:52 pm (UTC)Hef the Elder? Go for it.
Gin? Not my tastes, but go for it.
Anacondas? Avoid it.
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Date: 2005-09-02 05:01 pm (UTC)Do you mean the movie or the snakes? In either case, I point you to this review: http://www.chud.com/reviews/anacondas.php3 It makes me very happy.
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Date: 2005-09-04 06:06 pm (UTC)Everyone turns their pain into art. That's where art comes from!
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Date: 2005-09-04 07:42 pm (UTC)