Thursday, December 06, 2007
I get most of my ideas while in the shower. Basically, if I don't shower, I have no idea.... Anyway, I think that that 15 minutes of lathering bliss is my most creative time of the day. I plan my day. I think of ideas. I get the ball rolling. I think my problem yesterday was the fact I wasted my shower time thinking of absolutely nothing. That happens sometimes. Not often, but sometimes. Today, I can honestly say I wasn't thinking about my blog, but on revenge. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I'd go into details, but nobody was hurt and we all had a good laugh afterwards. I hope. I think... Anyway, back to the shower. I do my thinking there. I also find the shower to be the best place to get away from it all. Nobody really bothers you in the shower. Well, I don't get bothered. I am the only one here. My fish is here, but he is in constant shower. I bet that is why he remains very happy. Good ol' Ike the Fish. He doesn't have a care in the world. In fact, I often wonder if he even cares if I feed him. I do mind you. He isn't dead...yet. But, I bet if I don't feed him, he doesn't mind. He's in perpetual bliss surrounded by all his water and filth. Humans, on the other hand, use the shower to remove filth. I learned once, way back in a cinema course, the shower image is often used to signify just that. The hero or heroine shower to remove all the bad that has just happened them. They remove the filth so they can be reborn. The shower, in a sense, is a womb. We step out, and we are reborn. I also learned that is one of the reasons that the shower scene in Psycho has caused such trauma to most of the movie going public. The main character, Marion Crane, was in fact taking a shower to remove the sin she had committed (embezzling from her place of business). Prior to the shower, if memory serves, she decides to return the money and confess her crime. She then showers to signify her redemption and her renewal. Then she is killed in that shower. There is no resolution to her plight. She is, in a sense, sentenced for her crime in the most sacred safe spots we humans have with her life. Not a sentence befitting her crime. In fact, that crime of stolen money is never even resolved (it ends up in the trunk of her car and dumped in a swamp). Anyway, in real-life, the shower is our renewal place, and my creative place. I guess as long as I keep showering I will remain creative? That is if I don't get killed by some psycho killer that thinks he's his mom? Can I trust my neighbors? I don't know them. Oh dear... Ummm... heh. Crap, I don't think I can shower again! DAMN IT! That fucking movie! I hate you, Hitchcock! How dare you desecrate my safe, creative place with brilliant cinema!!??!! You bastard! I guess there are always sponge baths... Nobody has ever gotten stabbed by a lunatic in drag while taking a sponge bath, have they? According to the news they haven't. At least I don't think so. The news is all about fat celebrities and teachers having relations with students. Nothing about sponge baths in any headline, yet. Oh damn. Now I just psyched my out again. What if I become that first headline? What I am next to Jennifer Love Hewitt's attack on her fat photos because she is proud of her body? That would be awful! Shit! Shit! Shit! What to do? What to do? Does anybody have any wet-naps? Later.
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