Mutual of Chicago's, Wild Kingdom

The flying creatures were all the many attractive opportunities that continue to arise. The giant flyiing beast was the heavy opportunities/responsibilities that arose yesterday.
I spent the better part of the day reading new e-mails from people regarding this play or this show or this meeting or this project. A show and meeting with CIC is coming up that sounds really important and I feel like (even though I'm out until January) I need to let them know that I'm still around.

Then there's the mysterious possibility of a really cool project that I and a few friends are slowly, carefully putting together. Not rushing. We don't want to scare it away or have it hurt us. And I, for the longest time, have resisted being responsible for a beast like this but it has become obvious that it has chosen me. Kashmir is here (having dropped from the sky) and he's sniffing me...he's checking me out.

Let me just say...I've written a lot of stuff lately and I want it to be produced. I know who I want to be involved and I hope I have the wherewithall, motivation, focus and sticktoitiveness to make this thing happen.

Kashmir is a beautiful, disgusting, wild, friendly, hungry, curious, dangerous, cautious beast that wants me for some reason and if I said "no", I'm pretty sure Kashmir could bite my arm off and kill me toute suite.

Expect more reports of Kashmir as a the Metaphorical Wild Kingdom continues.

Kashmir, the flying beast.

This morning in the "other reality" we all live in for several hours a night, I found myself walking through an overgrown, wildish area on the southside of Chicago. I think I was on the way to a store. In a particularly overgrown lot, I happened upon one parrot. I immediately knew it was one of the parrots that live behind the Museum of Science and Industry. Then I saw a parakeet nearby. Then I saw more. Then I saw more. Then I realized this little place had a whole bunch of parrots and parakeets and even a couple hummingbirds. I looked in the knick-knack store which had a huge open front window and saw that they had adopted one of the tropical birds. I don't remember the name of the bird but it was the kind that "Berretta" had. Was that a Macaw? Anyway, he lived inside but could go outside if he wanted.

I reached out my finger in an attempt to get a parrot to land on my finger but I ended up accidentally punching out a hummingbird with my finger. He lied there on the ground motionless. But I think he'll be alright.
Then, I'm assuming later that day, my wife and some friends and I were in some sort of out door gathering. Fun, food, conversation. It seemed as if the outdoor deck area that we were all hanging out in was only vaguely separate from the actual living area in this huge beautiful mansion. Everything was white. As we all lounged, we looked up into the sky and noticed the birds. But then I noticed four huge birds in the sky. I got my wife to look. She agreed that they were something to watch, which is notable because she rarely agrees with me that something I think is "awesome" actually is. Those giant flying creatures swooped and dove and hunted until after a short moment one of them landed in the party. It was very close to us. At first, to me it looked like a giant vulture type thing. It lumbered towards my wife and I, on foot. I was worried that Cathy was going to freak out because she hates and is frightened of a lot of wild life. But, soon it became obvious that 1.) the beast didn't have any interest in Cathy...only in me and that 2.) it wasn't a giant vulture but actually a giant flying mammal. This beast was frightening and borderline disgusting. Unearthly. It almost looked demonic, although I understood that it didn't have any good or evil motives. He was just curious. And then it was obvious he was just hear to see me. Maybe deliver a message. I, of course, was a little frightened, but I didn't want to move because then it might attack me.

Let me tell you what it looked like. It was black and dark brown. A skin/hair texture of an item of clothes made of worn out suede. Black where the suede still held up, brown where it was worn down to the skin. It was the size of a mastiff or a labrador but not as gregarious. It's wings were fleshy and were attached from its ribs to its front paws, kind of like a giant bat. It had a face like a small manatee combined with the druelling jowls of a mastiff. And it lumbered toward me. It got very close and I could feel it's hot breath on my shoulder and arm. I sat still, not completely scared but not secure either. I watched carefully. His "snout" touched my shoulder and lingered like he was "taking me in" or studying me olfactorily. I then began wondering if it was going to hurt me or not. What of his three friends in the sky? They probably had other stuff going on.
Anyway, I finally woke up. I was walking around my apartment. "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin was playing on the radio and suddenly I felt strongly that the flying beast was beside me, asking me if he could hang out for a while. I invited him into my reality. He sidled up along side me. I began to pet him like he was a dog. To anyone who might have been watching, it would have looked like I was petting the air. But in my mind, I wasn't. I was petting that menacing, flying beast that wants to tell me something...or eat me. I think "kashmir" was the appropriate theme for this beast. Okay, so right now, I've decided to call him, "Kashmir".
It WAS one of those early morning dreams. And a pretty cool one. I hope it turns out to be pre-cognitive again. Because the big scary flying beasts and, in fact, all the flying creatures in my dreams this morning seemed really cool and really ominous...especially the big guy.

Well, I'll keep you posted as to whether or not anything comes of this. At the very least, I'm keeping the flying beast.

Purifying myself.

Purple Rain is still a great movie.

Santa has warts.

I also enjoyed Dodgeball. I saw it for the first time tonight.

Scott has a contagious smelly skin condition.

Why didn't more happen for Morris Day?

Ed, Ed, Potato Head lives in a dumpster outside the Bubonic Plague Institute.

I already saw this "Daily Show".

Webmistress Julia DOES NOT know everything!

Apollonia shows her boobs in this.

Jackie has a personality disorder.

What a sweet motorcycle!

Steve Donnelly...give me a suggestion for something to blog about. What? I really put you on the spot? You got nothing for me? Oh, well.

Hey everybody, "Take Me With You" is playing. What a great song. And a "feel good" portion of this film. "You must purify yourself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka."

There I've insulted all those who respond to my blog. And in that way I too have purified myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka. However, I fear that (as we find out later on in "Purple Rain") this ain't Lake Minnetonka.

Hey, but look! Appollonia is topless! Yay! Everybody wins!