The Birth of Mickey Mouse

As told by a drunk person.

An Oswald the Lucky Rabbit X-Mas!

A Really Big Dealey

Strangely, this twenty-years-old, ten-minute video is an introduction for another film, The Parallax View and maybe someday we'll show the montage or something like it at one of the shows. The fellow doing the introducing is Alex Cox and you should respect him.

As a Dallas girl, I've heard all the theories. Trust me, everyone in this town has one. In junior-high, my best friend's parents were working on a book (and sued Oliver Stone for lifting some of their material). I'm not kidding; everyone has a theory.

Buddies of mine were extras in that Oliver Stone film, by the way. They said it was an awful experience.

While I was going to summer-school downtown, the bus that took me home went through the triple-underpass. A buddy of mine, riding home with me one day, grabbed his head and threw himself from his seat yelling, "Oh god! The Birchers got me!" as we rode through the hollow-hallowed spot. I remember the driver telling him to get back into his god-damned seat.

For a while, back in the 90s, I used to park behind the Grassy Knoll ($2 all day! What a deal!) and had to walk past the gawker-hawkers and their commemorative papers. It was usually just a wave of the hand and a muttered, "I live here. I live here...."

And then, on the way back to the car, some foreign guy was asking me where the "suspicious bush" was.

Kennedy was just one of those things that was always there, so I don't really think about it that much. I know it's a big deal today. A really BIG DEAL. I'll be at work, so I'll miss standing out in the rain and cold with no umbrella (they've been banned from the location for some reason).

But, maybe next year, when the anniversary will be on a Saturday, I might be bothered to get up early and go downtown. Not that we want to make a habit out of it or anything.

Breakfast of Infamy

I'm probably not the person who should be writing about this. But, I feel I need to say something about it.

By now they're getting ready to have a memorial over in Dallas. Maybe some folks will head over to the Historic Texas Theater to watch Oliver Stone's version of events. My friend Red was thinking of driving by Rose Hill Cemetery to see how many people were visiting Oswald's grave, which isn't too far away from where I'm writing this.

On my first trip to Dallas my friends and soon to be friends were amusing themselves by reenacting the events of Dealey Plaza. Before moving to Texas I even went to the 6th Floor Museum.

I guess what I'm trying to get at is how strange it is to me that an event that happened before I was born seems to have such a hold over this place. It has such a terrible gravity that it affects everybody's orbits, pulling at us whether we give a damn or not.

The one who should be writing about this is Dr. Mila. Her father was there.

Me? I think I want to celebrate my birthday by complaining about my eggs and using BAAAD language