"Personally, i have come to dream of the day when some Yablans-like fellow will call me up and say, 'Hey, McMurtry, I hear you grew up on a ranch. I just bought a book about a ranch. Wanta make a hundred grand?' Unfortunately, when producers call me up nothing remotely that direct or that stimulating is ever said"--Film Flam on being a screenwriting novelist
Dreamed of opening my contact lens case and finding it full of detritus; bicycling on the freeway outside Amherst, N.S.(!); being among a crowd of people reciting the Lord's Prayer, leaving the room just before they started, joining in the recitation at first, then giving up in the middle.
Went shopping.
Got a 1960s comic book Mad About Millie (about a model) and eight Classics Illustrated comics (including The Song of Hiawatha and five special issues like "The Story of America.")
Dinner was pizza.
Finished the first season videos of Six Feet Under. I can't wait to see the second!
Saw Mayor of the Sunset Strip at the Revue. It's a documentary about Rodney Bingenheimer, a guy who went from a Los Angeles street kid to a "promiscuous" celebrity hanger-on to a highly influential DJ. (His stepmother says, "You know Keanu!")
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