When I watch the Celebrity Cruises commercial with the Jefferson Airplane song White Rabbit, I think: What is going on on Celebrity Cruises? That song is about an insane, balls-out acid trip. In the commercial, the woman on the Celebrity Cruise is drifting in and out of consciousness, passing out on a bed, seeing cruise employees appear from out of a cloud. She sniffs a plant at some point and the bartender YANKS it away from her...then puts it in her drink. This shit's bananas. Either I think this is the best commercial for a cruise ever, or I feel that this is all very suspish' and I'd steer clear of Celebrity Cruises. Can't make up my mind. Whoever's taking cruises in this economy. Don't go on that one. Remember what the Dormouse said. Feed your head. Feed your head.∎
Friday, January 31, 2020
Wednesday, January 29, 2020
"Don't Go In The Basement" | a short film
Joe asked me to make him a witch he could use as a prop for his short movie, "Don't Go In the Basement." Allow me to describe what I made. A seven-foot tall bony crone with long, scraggly hair, draped in black robes. This is who was always suddenly standing in the front room. "Jesus Christ on roller skates," I blurted five times a day at least, the whole time she stood there. I named her Christine for some reason. ⏹