This is really stupid, but I love taking my car to the car wash, the kind where you drive in and the machinery around you washes your car.
Maybe it comes from sitting inside the car when I was probably five or six while my father hosed it down and washed it. I think I liked seeing the soap slide off the windows.
Now, while I still like seeing the soap slide off the car, it’s something else that excites me, something my father could never accomplish. It’s the very eerie feeling that the car is moving even though I have the brake on and the engine turned off.
I guess I’m easily amused, but there is something very surreal about that sensation that I look forward to more than having a shiny car.
I’ve never seen “The Silence of the Lambs” or any of the “Freddie” or “Friday the 13th” movies. I feel I don’t need that kind of terror in my life. And why should I, especially when I can get a similar thrill just by going to the car wash?
A story I began working on awhile ago that I haven’t touched in months surfaced today when I saw this picture.
The story is a humorous thriller (or maybe just a bumbling idiot trying to stay alive). In one scene my hero, Torrance, is fleeing from a trio of guys trying to kill him. He realizes he is in the neighborhood of a former girlfriend. Her apartment is password protected. He has to enter a code into a keypad and say a word into a microphone.
Even before he gets there he remembers the word, but the password which is the girl’s dog’s name followed by its birthday, which Torrance is surprised he remembers. However, there is a symbol between the dog’s name and it’s birthday and it’s the symbol that’s the problem. Again and again Torrance types in Gene followed by a symbol then 62299 and each time the machine buzzes loudly. Each time he is torn between trying again and running again, because he knows the buzzing is so loud it’s going to lead the bad guys right to him.
Anyway, it’s funny how the muse works and when creativity decides to strike. I know I have to work on this story again, if for no other reason, than to find out if Torrance ever figured out the password.
A few months ago I became a grandfather. Lately I’ve been watching for gifts (Christmas is coming up, first birthday next year, etc). I stumbled across an album of Lullaby music, rearrangements of Metallica songs – Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Metallica. At first glance this seems extremely stupid, but after a closer look it just seems… well, potentially dangerous.
If you have a baby and you’re tired of singing the child to sleep (or in some cases humming) the child to sleep with the same old tunes, you might want to invest in Metallica Lullaby’s. A recording of 11 Metallica songs rearranged into what are advertised as “soothing” lullabies.
That’s the key word. It seems unlikely that anything by Metallica could ever be considered soothing, except for a person suffering some sort of psychotic or neurotic problem.
I listened to each of the 11 samples. Most of them did seem surprisingly soothing, but a few of them left me feeling tense or irritated. Trouble is, I have no idea if a baby would react in the same way and feel tense just as I did. In reading the Amazon reviews one family found that the music did not lull their child to sleep and the music was too creepy for one four-year old.
What surprised me was that this album isn’t the gimmick I thought it was (yes, I’d probably already know that if I had a baby around), but there are more than 15 other albums produced by the same company, Rockabye Baby. While listening to the samples for a couple of them (the Beatles album was quite pleasant), I felt like I was listening to elevator music.
Have you listened to any of these albums? What do you think?