back from sunday potluck at a friend's house. we (well really my partner) made a bunch of dips - pesto, baba ghanooj, skoradalia, and a sundried/tomato tofu mix that was awesome though she doesn't like it. low turnout meant we brought a lot home, except we left the bag of dips and chips in partick station, then realised when we got back to glasgow central, then decided to go back for them. amazingly we dodged ticket inspectors on the first two trains so all we lost was time.
on the way back, discussion centered around opening a shop that only sold dips. how about some good names for the shop? Dippity-do-dah! The Great Dipression! Jack the Dipper! OeDipus complex! Dippleganger! The Dippler effect! ok enough....
â€œThere has never been a great film unless it was created in the spirit of the experimental filmmaker.â€
i had a dream about the wire last night. it was the final episode
opening scene: daniels gets shot somehow, like a freak accident. mcnulty is the only witness. he takes the body and stuffs straw in daniels' clothes, like a scarecrow, and ties the body to a telephone pole. he starts practicing shooting a bow and arrow into the corpse, as it's part of some indian burial ritual. cue opening credits and 'down in the hole', only it's not the steve earle version, something weird, maybe jandek?