I cut down trees; I wear high heels, suspendies and a bra
I wish I’d been a girlie, just like my dear Mama.
Arriving bright and early at Racodac this morning (despite having not gone to bed until gone 1:30 AM through reading), I mulled over ideas for the deforestation project with fellow group members Lucy F, Dan R. & Ben W. until the film at 12:30 PM.
In short, our new idea will convey the catastrophic effect the world will have on life when it finally stops breathing in years to come. Still, you’ve got to laugh, haven’t you?
Today’s film, Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus, was oddly recorded off of digital television with the subtitles on. I.e. the subtitles were ‘burnt’ onto the picture. Mind you, the hillbilly-esque dialect did cause some confusion, so the subtitles proved to be rather handy in places.
The subtitles also saw a lot of us more inclined to talk during the film; I sat in the back row chatting with Zehra A. throughout - the topics of conversation ranging from under-garments to violins, occasionally prompted by the images displayed on screen.
At one point the conversation turned to body art. Suggesting that Zehra could get a tattoo of a zebra because of her name, I then had the brilliant idea of similarly having the letter “B” tattooed on each of my buttocks - “BB” being the regularly used abbreviation for “BigBlake”.
Then it dawned on me that when bending over, it would read as: “BOB”, so the idea was quickly scrapped.