Seriously, it got way too long for the blog. It seems that work is divided into times where I am doing work, or waiting on people, and over the years, I have learned that I must do a constant stream of work, of SOMETHING, whether it be programming or whatever. Sometimes I'll be working on a program, and I can't take it anymore. So I don't look at it for a few days. Sometimes I have to think of other things non-technical related to "recharge" for a while. But today, I was waiting on some of the most insane things, and it reminded me of a radio show I was listening to where they rated Insanity on such a shallow level (applying it to Hollywood stars), that I said, "You don't know what insane really IS, man!" Then I thought, "Do *I* know what it is?" So I started writing lines that turned into paragraphs, and suddenly, a few days later, I am looking at a 12-page entry (some entries are actually done, abandoned, and then refound days, maybe weeks later). I think I may have to give it its own page.
"Punkie describes sanity. Hah! I'd like to see that!" says the critical voice in my head.
Anyway, I decided to do this entry about a problem I am having: posters. No, not in my comments section, I mean the kind made of thick paper you put on your wall. See, I have a lot of them. Well, it seems like a lot, because it's too many for the wall space I have.
I have some posters up, of course. I have my red foil "Dragonslayer" poster I got at the premiere of the movie. In my office I have a world map, plus a rather new Emily the Strange poster of her at a mad tea party, with her black cat posse, and the title, "We're all strange here..."
I have a few movie posters I haven't unrolled since I bought them. I have a 25th Anniversary Rocky Horror poster, a vinyl teaser for the movie "Tank Girl," the original movie poster for "Short Circuit," and some others in several tubes. Two posters I treasure are gifts from my friend Neal which he gave me a long time ago. Bother are M.C. Escher prints, and I haven't put them up because I want to frame them like the art they are. And I never got a frame because they are a weird shape, and custom frames are so expensive, you'd think they were all made from rare metals and the furs of exotic creatures that cannot be farmed. I have some smaller posters from the 1980s that have a "Wanted: Dead or Alive" theme, but have Star wars characters on them (one of each Luke, Leia, and Han). In 1985, I thought these were very clever. Now, they are yellowed scrolls of fandom embarrassment that I can't bear to throw away.
One poster above them all means a lot to me. I can't go into how or where I got it (confidentiality reasons), but I got it in the late 80s, and it's made by hand from a bunch of kids aged 13-17. For some reason, I really made an impression on younger kids back then, and I helped many of them with their problems. Some of them had serious health problems, and most of the the nurses and doctors were distant, and changed frequently. I acted as a sort of accidental mentor, and when one of them ran for a student office, he asked what his platform slogan should be. "I want something that sounds real smart," he said. "You know smart words. Help me out, man!" So I said (half jokingly), "If elected, I promise to recapitulate phylogeny." This was based on a button I had at the time, "Caffeine Recapitulates Phylogeny," a spoof on Haeckel's Law, "Ontogeny Recapitulates Phylogeny." This was his biogenetic theory that all stages of the womb go through some lower-to-higher animal stage, like a fetus starts as a tadpole, then fish, onto lizard, then dog, goat, ape, and then human... or something like that... totally wrong, of course, disproved in 1866 or something. But that's irrelevant to this story. While the phrase I gave him was meaningless, this kid thought those words were the smartest-sounding words he had ever heard. So he used it, and actually won his class election. He was really grateful, and when I left those kids, all of them made a poster wishing me good things on my journey through life. Many of them have that phrase in them somewhere, like "Thanks for your help recapitulating our phylogenies," and "May all your phylogeny get recapitulated!" Those were some pretty cool kids. I hope they all made it to be healthy adults.
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