It's August

I can’t recall any dreams I’ve had for months, that is until I reserved a rental car for the family reunion in Penticton this coming weekend. Since then I’ve had anxious dreams every night. No sir, I don’t like it.    Last night I watched the Metallica documentary “Some Kind of Monster” and it was like looking through a window to the Thickets. Except that nobody took off from the band for 6 months and went into rehab, and we didn’t sue Napster, and we never had millions of dollars. Actually it wasn’t at all like looking through a window at the Thickets, except that we too have had bass player problems. But what band hasn’t? Primus maybe. If we did have millions of dollars, I can think of a lot better ways to use it than buying hot rods and litigation. How about improving yourself or using it to stretch yourself creatively? Oh nevermind, Lars.    I also watched the 1932 Tarzan the Ape Man on TCM and had a lot of jolly yucks. A lot of it was comprised of the actors standing in front of stock footage from a previous Africa shoot. The authenticity of the African culture was juxtaposed by the transparency of the effects. As an amateur zoologist and TV disciple of Sir David Attenborough much of the wildlife references were laughable, but I guess that’s to be expected from turn of the century pulp fiction.   Tonight is Slackademics Campology 101 and I’m pretty jazzed.