Warmed and Bound Trailer by Gordon Highland

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also, i took the photos at 0:07 and 1:05 – jon, don’t be pissed. you’ve been immortalized. plus i love you. and that means you have to forgive everything. well, the love and that your dog ate all my vonneguts…. and the black eye!!

the new religion – plus clint eastwood and a lil’ about a boat

DOROTHY: Okay. There was a mandatory inservice. They said to bring my lunch, which I did. Then as soon as we got there, he made us get up and make an imaginary boat out Of tables. Then we had to sit in the boat and row the boat. I refused. He said the boat won’t move if we don’t all row. Well. I don’t think it was ever gonna Move. Then he tried to make me sing row your boat. I did not. Still, the boat didn’t move. Then he said to break into groups of strangers and write song about Customer service. Suggested we use a lady gaga tune. I left. I won’t disrespect lady gaga. She’s does too much for the community.

BLANCHE: That may be the best job ending story I’ve ever heard.

DOROTHY: You see why I’m not upset? Too absurd.

BLANCHE: well, it made my evening infinitely better. so thank you for that.

DOROTHY: Any time. It was appalling

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DOROTHY: We poor appalachians. We aren’t entitled to anything.

BLANCHE: i know. we’re supposed to scrape by, tis our way.

DOROTHY: And keep all our assets in a mason jar

BLANCHE: Yep. And be quietly disdainful of those who live off the government.

DOROTHY: I made my disdainful face. Not to be confused with my unreasonable suspicion of up to no goodedness face

 BLANCHE: There’s a subtle difference in mouth-corner position that makes those two faces completely different.

DOROTHY: Little bit in the corner of of the mouth. Definitely.

BLANCHE: The appalachian facial gesture language is subtle and multi-faceted. Surely clint eastwood studied it for years.

DOROTHY: I just built a house for the litter box. That’s right. I did it. By myself.

BLANCHE: you are like jesus

DOROTHY: Yes. A capricorn and a carpenter.

BLANCHE: and you love sandals.

DOROTHY: Well yes. And organic food.

BLANCHE: and comfortable,natural fabrics. and women.

DOROTHY: And talkin all flowery like. Damn. I am just like jesus.

BLANCHE: sometimes it takes us awhile to catch on to stuff like this. you should probably try to have more flowy hair

DOROTHY: I’ll try! Maybe wear more robe like dresses.

BLANCHE: like sleep with it braided

DOROTHY: I see. Wavier. I can do that.

BLANCHE: i bet you COULD make that boat go…….

DOROTHY: Boat? I don’t even need a fucking boat.

BLANCHE: HA!  you already have this incredible cache of subtle facial expressions. why are we not starting a new religion?

DOROTHY: I’m gonna be telling someones grandkids thr story of how I got fired. and why is this the first time youve asked me that question?

BLANCHE: i get busy, i forget. i totally wanna be judas, okay? i’m going to look brooding – LOTS.

DOROTHY: Of course . You know the only thing I know about the bible I learned from jesus christ superstar right?

BLANCHE: yeah, that’s everything. lots of singing hippies and political strife. got it.

DOROTHY: And a whore!

BLANCHE: YES!!! let’s get a real one so as to be authentic. more money that way. but we should get motorcycles like in the lady gaga video.

DOROTHY: Fuck the bake sales!

BLANCHE: fuck the soap!!

DOROTHY: Yes!

BLANCHE: the only difficulty is finding some mihrr. especially since i can’t spell it. you keep your fucking pachouli outta this.

DOROTHY: OOoh. I think you can get marzipan candy? I’ll check the hippie food store

BLANCHE: well, you’re going to have to look peaceful. i’ll try to brood more as practice. then we’ll hit athens and find some suitable religious hippy clothes – where to get the whore?

DOROTHY: That can’t be hard to find

BLANCHE: yeah but we need a really good one. columbus, easy

DOROTHY: We’re only getting one, so she has to be good

BLANCHE: i told you it would be hard! let’s just look while we’re in athens. i don’t want no fuckin drama whore. i want one of those Ween-type Weed Whores

DOROTHY: Perfect. Very hippified whore.

BLANCHE: i’m just gonna throw this out there, but think we should MAAAAYBE change the ending. like just sell beaded necklaces and whatnot in new mexico on a compound as opposed to you getting crucified.

DOROTHY: Oh. I fully support this idea.

BLANCHE: this is gonna be a lot easier than soap. mean, i already have beads. you can bless the hell out of them.

DOROTHY: Perfect. And we don’t have to worry about the lye.

BLANCHE: goddamned lye. you know, though, i still kind of want to make soap.

DOROTHY: Well, I always think crafts are a good idea. I’d like to tie dye professionally

BLANCHE: as the messiah, i think this would be pretty much perfect. i’ll bead, you tie dye. we smoke pot and sell our wares. but ‘m tellin you, you bring pachouli into it and we’ll have some real sing-offs, just like the real thing.

DOROTHY: This sounds like a flawless plan

BLANCHE: well, they all pretty much are – we just seem t have an issue with follow-through. like, we still don’t have black market babies or homemade soap.

DOROTHY: I think we can go ahead and combine all three plans

BLANCHE: word.

BLANCHE: of GOD.

DOROTHY: Precisely

BLANCHE: OOOH!!! OOOOH!!! we have to make special tie dyes – whoever the whore is can wear the first one so as to establish it in fashion “I’M NOT GOD BUT MY GIRLFRIEND IS”

DOROTHY: Oh. My. Soul. That’s perfect.

BLANCHE: i think we might actually be getting some divine intervention here.

DOROTHY: Divine inspiration at the very least

Books & Pirates

this weekend could be the peak of my summer.

who am i kidding?? this weekend IS the peak of my summer.

wait – the Release Party is coming up. holy hell – how is this ALL happening in one summer? next summer is fucked. it might as well give up and plan now, in its sour grapes way, on just being lazy and quiet.

while Warmed and Bound was shocking the hell out of us all by being so damned respectable and beautiful, i was running around in the sun dressed as a pirate. and my family of pirates were buying books, bless their hearts. out of the box, i have 4 left.

i love the world.

Warmed and Bound (The Babe With the Power)

aaawwwwwww, yeah. a whole box. they smell like sex and cigarettes and macaroni and cheese…

i have no idea what that’s supposed to mean.

Blog Fear

on tuesday my interview with Booked goes live, and i’m horrified a bunch of people (or, you know, 5 or 6) will click on over here and see all the random shit i get up to on this blog.

i have to have some pertinent information….

okay all links to stories are under “things of mine” that tab page thingum.

that might be all i’ve got for now. less than a week until Warmed and Bound, less than a week until the reunion. i have things to mail, t-shirts to finish, beads to weave into a black wig, swords to buy, packages to track, stories to revise, A CHILD TO RAISE, sunburn to nurse, cowlick to tame, books to read…  and that’s just the fun stuff <3

life is good. i love everyone. lil sis, see you in less than a week.

and now,  we dance…….

also, i tried really hard to NOT post a gaga song, but it just didn’t work out….

The Batman Ring

Messes with my head when I’m up so much earlier than everyone. Kiddo got leapt upon by 3 lbs of black fur at around 3:30 – now kid, dad and aforementioned ball of fur are all nicely settled together in the big bed. Me? Im wider than a stick of gum and had to slip away.

My toenails look fabulous, I want to photograph them, but that’s the same part of me that just spent too long looking for a plastic batman ring I saw shoved on the cat’s ear last evening.

Lets see. What, what? Fourth of july weekend was all the stuff it is supposed to be, more “classic” than any we’ve had so far – kid games at the park, dunk tank with the mayor, swimming, grilling, sparklers, fireworks. Maybe adam’s best holiday to date; Lily really brings out the satyr in him. (Photos in a later post)

There’s a lot of fog.

My stories are getting more compact – working on this thing, thought it was about a whole night, got interrupted, back to it later and I realized it needed two more lines. What, maybe 400 words? But sometimes you WANT something to be sex but instead it’s about moths and alcoholism. It’s voice work, I think. Anais Nin crisis – I go back and forth between Henry & June and her erotica, and try to figure out what she was trying to figure out – the journal voice turning to the writer voice. Henry figured it out, or maybe he just said fuck it. Maybe this is about form. Don’t know. Just know that things that come from scribbles and journal scraps and bundled thoughts fallen from the sky (tied together with cigarette string and stored near the X-files trivia but not too close to the D’inofrio box) shine up into a lot more like my voice than my “this is the story” planned tales. It’s like I put on my fancy writing hat – I dont write anything fancy, but the voices are distinctly different… bridget’s voice is the only narrative voice I like, and its just (to paraphrase andrea speaking of something different) the out loud version of me. We’ll see how all that pans out.

these are good thoughts to have while it becomes daylight and the fog refuses to burn off.

If i had the batman ring, perhaps the answers would feel closer.

Too many books on the side table, but I guess it’s good –  I can say Fuck it to the voice earwhig and listen to other voices for the moment. Ahem, allow me to catalog : Knockemstiff, By the Time We Leave Here We’ll Be Friends, Clown Girl, Henry & June, Sexus, Erotica by Anais Nin. Thats an impressive table. If the PBS schedule and One Fish Two Fish weren’t amongst the pile it would be downrigh hip – and no doubt a calculated lie of a pile.

But this is not about the table. This is about the Warmed & Bound Release Party, isn’t it? No, maybe it’s about the Booked podcast that terrifies me to no end. I shall ramble in new and horrifying ways, and I am AFRAID. Big mouth, more nervous = more talking.

But the release party is exciting shit. Why? Shoes. Shoes and the 1920s and meeting all these people – I want to know what these typed voices sound like out loud, I want to match faces to stories, I want to hit on waitresses dressed as flappers.

I want a pink bandanna for my pirate costume, and to FIND THAT BATMAN RING!!!