For Those About to Rock

(to the hard-folk heroics of Johnny Ostrich, that is) Tomorrow starts the Ostrich weekend! Private screening and such tomorrow night, the first time a movie of mine is showing in public having not been forced upon the world by me. I've seen this movie so many times now that I see it's dialogue all over the place. If someone says, "What in the world is..." I hear, "What in shoot is song." If someone remarks, "those are my shoes," I hear, "Those are my songs." "First time I've ever..." becomes "that was the first time in my life I ever heard a song." "What's" is now "What's your business friend," and "I didn't" progresses into "I didn't ask you your name..." - most of you have never heard of much less seen my movie, so you didn't know what I was talking about in this diary entry. Oh well.
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
10:42 a.m.
by: adam douglas payne