screenwriting on a friggin typewriter

I use to own a Katana cell phone which contained features for creating my own ringers. I had the perfect ringer I wanted to record from a cassette tape my pen-pal. I have a collection of about 30-40+ tapes filled with music. Some I've never heard of, but interesting just the same. The funky track I'm looking for (a needle in a haystack) wasn't logged, among the tape covers that a diligently tried to calligraphy the song titles, because I didn't know who the artist was, nor the words of the lyrics. This song truly must've been something foreign only a fluent in German person could enjoy.

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The Fern spores I planted last year have sprouted. Oddity is that I planted two pots, one container was kept outside. It was prepared about a month or more before second container, which is the pot that seems to be sprouting on hormones. Instructions called for using a sealed container like Tupperware to keep the humidity high. As far as I can remember, when the sprouts emerge, that's the time to begin a regiment of spritzing and watering. Good we're getting rain I can collect for watering purposes. I don't have to purify water.

Ana w/ cameraman Found this picture in facebook. Ecstatic about the inside access allowed by this fav news anchor I humbly refer to as She of TV4. Can't imagine what I'd do if ever came to meet her personally. So shy about showing emotions, it's pitiful.

I'm always seeing things. The other day, it gets so boring here at the library sometimes, I images that one of the tutors helping the kids with there studies was Parker Posey. I guess it's because i spent yet another 90 minutes watching Fay Grim. What is it mow, the umpteenth time? So I finally got around to downloading the movie soundtrack. And, while I make my way to my therapy session, have the thing playing on my iPod. What fun. It was almost like I was one of the characters looking for Henry Fool.

Needless to say, the Christian name did come up during session. I got no feedback from doc headshrink. It's almost scary to stop talking long enough to let doc headshrink get a word in. I came out of session thinking I need to verbalized my ideas more often; as that right there was therapeutic, listening to myself rant in as comprensive a manner as one might attempt in writing. It's a challange as speaking doesn't allow as much time for thoughtfulness in structure as writing does.

As I probably mentioned in a previous post, or one before that. I really like to watch Fay Grim. There is something about the way she pronounces my name in her lines...I can listen to that a hundred times.