thanks for the memory
i just popped over to my buddy Pete's page after receiving a drunken phone call from Mel, Lori, and his wife, Tory. they were down at Gruene Hall in Texas having a good ol' Texas time in Texas where i'm not presently dancing the Texas two-step with my good Texas friends. the first thing i see is this
i have not been able to watch Watership Down since 1978 when i saw it in the theater. i believe it was a cold december day, sunday following church. highland mall was still new and hwy 183 was two lanes. Christmas was in the air and this was supposed to be an animated film about bunnies. they were supposed to get on a raft, it would sink, and then they live happily on an island (i had just played Huck Finn in the elementary school play and my favorite show was Gilligan's Island. kid logic). this was a mainstream animated film in the 70's so that meant it was for children. this would change in 1981 with the release of Heavy Metal. i said, "bunnies" and my mom said, "let's go." while my dad thought about playboy. parental guidance indeed.
scarred for life. i'm afraid to confront my brother, Todd, about it. he was five.
so thanks, Pete. you've made this a special Halloween. maybe when they are done in my head tonight, the black rabbit and whatever rabbit held the rank of general will come to your house and leave spiders under your pillow.
i have not been able to watch Watership Down since 1978 when i saw it in the theater. i believe it was a cold december day, sunday following church. highland mall was still new and hwy 183 was two lanes. Christmas was in the air and this was supposed to be an animated film about bunnies. they were supposed to get on a raft, it would sink, and then they live happily on an island (i had just played Huck Finn in the elementary school play and my favorite show was Gilligan's Island. kid logic). this was a mainstream animated film in the 70's so that meant it was for children. this would change in 1981 with the release of Heavy Metal. i said, "bunnies" and my mom said, "let's go." while my dad thought about playboy. parental guidance indeed.
scarred for life. i'm afraid to confront my brother, Todd, about it. he was five.
so thanks, Pete. you've made this a special Halloween. maybe when they are done in my head tonight, the black rabbit and whatever rabbit held the rank of general will come to your house and leave spiders under your pillow.
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