  We were promoted in the flea market world, instead of being banished to Siberia of the mall; we are now right by the front doors. The new view has a tantalizing glimpse of Tim Horton�s. Rockabilly Christmas music is tootling out of ceiling speakers and the last flea market of the season is not this week, as I anticipated, but next. There�s no way in hell I�m going next week. It was an act of supreme will to haul my ass out of bed this morning.
Saw the movie �Blood: The Last Vampire� last night. It was one of those movies that qualify as an experience. Evidently, it took three years to produce, and worth every minute of production. I�m not a huge fan of anime, I�m pretty conservative, and stick with the mainstream anime releases. I always pick up on something inordinately alien about anime. I know the fact that it�s produced by a different culture and all that would account for this, but the alienness of it put me off a bit. With this movie that feeling was largely absent. There was, for example, no kinky cartoon on cartoon sex, and no creatures that were menacing, and somehow sexy at the same time. There were some pretty foul looking creatures, and there was the blood and gore associated with any vampire movie, but, as I said before, nothing alien.
Reading this over, I realize that my complaint about anime is vague, and unsubstantial. Here�s an example though, that explains feelings and sensations close to how anime makes me feel; it�s like you�re leaning back in a chair, and suddenly, you get the impression you�re going to fall on the back of your head because you�ve been leaning too far back. As you scrabble around trying not to fall, reality reasserts itself, and you notice you�re in a rocking chair.
Take these sense impressions, stretch them out for about and hour and a half, and you get the sense of exhilarating bewilderment that I have watching the-not-so mainstream anime. Anyways, �Blood� is a great movie. My only complaint is that it�s too short, it plays out like the first episode of a series. But in this complaint, there is a hope that it will become a series. I read some reviews of it, and the common complaint is that has too many loose ends.
I like that about movies though, it makes a person think. (For the exact opposite- �Signs� EVERYTHING tied up perfectly in the end, and I really enjoyed that, too. ) As for news and excitement, Kurt is finished with exams, and I�m almost done work for the vacation. And I just met a woman whose brother worked at the psychic line I worked at briefly. He is a numerology expert, and is absolutely dizzying with his accuracy. If you�re one of those folks that think that whole deal is full of hooey, contact me for the psychic line number, call it, and ask for Fredrick. You will never doubt again, just make sure you know your birthday, and what time of day you were born. I hate the term �psychic�. Intuitive is much, much better. I find people have this notion that we know the future, the lottery numbers, and so on and so forth.
Personally, I haven�t met anyone like that. I was just about to write about what sort of gifts I have, but I�m pretty sure I can�t adequately describe them. I can say though, that sometimes, it�s a huge pain in the ass. Remind me to ramble on Disclosure sometime. 5.22pm: Ate food, did NOOOO housework, and god damn it, I am sleeping in tomorrow. Sold two dishes at the flea market. It would have been three, but one asshole tried to open an account and it was in arrears, so no sale and a pain in my ass for me. Cordy has taken to climbing up on the backs of couches. Also, she likes to try to eat my hair. She�s a weird dog. And that�s it, loyal reader. 
