Trying to get some sleep last night around 1:44 am, Michael woke me up and said "listen".
So I turned on COAST TO COAST and heard Nancy Pelosi calling in from South Bend, Indiana to thank their UFO guest expert for explaining how most aliens would look like humans by now if we only knew the truth.
Exactly like in the parallel UFO [film] convention sequence in STARDUST MEMORIES.
Ergo, all of those paranoid conspiracy wing nuts in the House of Judah.
Flash forward to my flash vision last week of a mint 1960s baby blue car with powder blue trailer hauling a light blue speed boat; curbed in front of the eternally ejaculating pet rocks sculpture at OMBU.
Complete with old fashion ring wire tv antenna mounted on the bow.
Talk about moving up to funky town, USA.
As just confirmed by VANITY FAIR's new article about A RAINY DAY IN NEW YORK playing exclusively on AMERICAN AIRLINES.
God works in mysterious ways.
"It's my way or the highway." ROCKY: 9
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PS JESSICA BIEL: Now we know why VARIETY magazine called POWDER BLUE, "...borderline hysteria."
Adding that the 2009 film's trumpeting score was just too loud.
PS FRED BIEL: I almost died from envy when I first saw your brand new red SUPER BEETLE VW in the church parking lot in 1970 Seattle.
Oh the memories...
Bishop Nelson was from Alberta, Canada.
Ed Lee was the coolest bad ass kid in town.
Lamont Bean was the richest man in Seattle.
Woody Norris was teaching scientific futurism at the UW.
Himself never having graduated from university.
They were practically begging my de facto step father Leslie Winn to join the Russian faculty at the UW.
[Boozing being a major resume enhancement at that time.]
Kit Winn's sister was fucking the future one armed man in TWIN PEAKS.
There were only five STARBUCKS locations in town.
Then some man from Michigan who looks alot like Mitt Romney came to town.
I was the all night grill cook prodigy at HASTY TASTY; barely 18 at the time.
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