I have been recently thinking about the semi-autobiographical references in the lyrics of the Pink Floyd album The Wall. I also realized something about Pink Floyd’s music. Everyone knows it. But no one really shares it with others because most of the time their music is played through headphones. But then again these days, with iPods and MP3 players most music is played this way now. Who would ever think there is some nostalgic quality to the “Boom Box”? I have never heard this music with the masses. I never saw Pink Floyd in concert. Well not the band. I did pay to see their “Light Show on Tour”. Talk about being pretentious. There is band so popular that people were willing to pay just see their stage show with the music coming out of a “boom box”. Don’t tell U2 that this could be a possibility for them too. But with concert prices this day I recommend cheap drugs and waving a flashlight around in your basement to achieve the same effects.
Pink Floyd music puts me into weird head space. I like it. But lately I have been spending way too much time there.
I recently had a minor accident that is going to leave me a nice souvenir for a while. I do not want to go into the details. They may flip people out. I also started to write notes about the incident. And it started to lead to way too many tangents. It also revealed more issues were underlining too. It was leading to more issues than a magazine rack. So I decided to put away the notes on this one. I will save the material for a later time. It may be subtext to something I may write later on. I am not sure of when or where. It will fit somewhere when the time is right. It is just causing way too much time in the headspace. And resulting in the usually battle of devices and vices.
I also realized a lot of my recent writings have come from the internal spark. And I was spending too much trying to consistently find that source. I need to find develop other external sources to prompt me into writing. I did have one partial success with this method years ago. The prompt “A Nick in Time” did lead to my winning with my short screenplay Customer Service Representative: Nick. (However, I still wish the production company did fall through making it. But I don’t want to revisit that.) So lately, I started subscribing to get writing prompts. I am going to be using them from time to time. I am just going to go with the mental flow they may cause. I am not going to try to fit them into any fixed format either.
Prompt: have a dialogue with the devil on your shoulder.
“If you are going to sit there could you at least lose some weight?”
”That weight is your conscience.”
”And how could that be?”
”All of your feelings are the equivalent of potato chips.”
”But they are filling.”
”Nothing but empty calories. But don’t get me wrong I really like the ranch flavored one.”
”Well, I’m going to have salt and vinegar today. So take that!”
”Right back on you…(softly) Idiot.”
Prompt: picnic
Ironically, the environmentalists were very upset when the ants arrived at the picnic. Probably it was because they did not bring a dish to pass.
Prompt: the animals’ perspective at the zoo
“You would be pissed off too. If I paid $10 to walk through your home and then demanded you to perform tricks too.”
“I bet you I could scare that one over there.” “I back that bet with my bananas.”
”At this point I am pretty much numb to the sound of tapping on the glass to get my attention.”
”Damn! They have such ugly babies.”
Prompt: longing
Longing is the feeling that does not seem to fade away with time.
More prompting to come…
see how far you make it around the world. Oil like love never seems to be in enough supply that is readily available when you want it. Desperate when you need it. One group tells you there is more to be tapped into underground. The other says you better use it with caution because it is all about to go away. Love like oil never seems to be priced just right. People want it for free. But people are trying to get it for free. They think they know the whole truth about it. And want to develop alternative sources for obtaining it. Oil is never used efficiently. Any device that uses it frequently breaks down and needs costly repairs. This is why a good mechanic can make as much money as a therapist. And both require insurance and vast amounts of paperwork to acquire ownership of it. Everyone who tries to control seems like they have no soul. People even start big fights even war over love too. Ask Helen of Troy and anyone in the midst of divorce. It is a really messy cleanup when you do not use it the proper way. However, that may have been the goal. No matter what it will always get people to act and over react.
Plus I am also a typical genetically wired male and the last thing I want is to be caught looking at an instruction manual. So I am trying through “trial and error” with this GPS unit to figure out how it really works. The results at this point have been clumsy at best. There is a part of me that wishes someone would rip the unit out of my hands and show me how to properly use it. This notion applies to other aspects of my life too. But patient, reassuring teachers with a good sense of humor are few and far between. (I really wish someone else would 


be able to handle. The men on the fishing boats are rough and tough under harsh weather conditions. They are also complex people with all of their strengths and flaws for the world to see. I do not feel they are edited and made into two dimensional stock TV characters. If these guys felt they were being shown in a way that wasn’t them that they would walk away from the show. And the producers of the show would have also been thrown off their boats into the Bering Sea. The face of the show was embodied by Capt Phil Harris. He said “A fairytale starts out ‘Once upon a time.’ A fisherman’s story starts out, ‘This ain’t no bullshit.’” Phil Harris became the center of the 