I got an early start on errands today, so that I could still have most of the day left to work on the TV Pilot here at home.
Peitor is heading to Cannes, like, tomorrow to pitch the series to a producer who has already shown interest in Abstract Absurdity Productions’ projects. We are almost done getting the promo package together, but the actual Pilot script is still in-progress.
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Regarding the news–
From disclose.tv:
Earlier this morning, the Prime Minister of Slovakia, Robert Fico, was shot several times at close range. He is in very critical condition.
RT – WORRISOME ATTACK IN THE HEART OF EUROPE – VETERAN WAR JOURNALIST ON FICO ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT (10 mins):
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Charlie’s news update from this morning–
CHARLIE WARD DAILY NEWS WITH PAUL BROOKER & DREW DEMI WEDNESDAY 15TH MAY 2024 (17 mins):
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And, honestly, that is it for now. But please keep in mind what Charlie says above — banks are collapsing all over the world. If you can’t afford to invest in gold or silver, only keep enough cash in the bank to cover your bills. Keep the rest at home for now.
And also — they expect another “outbreak of COVID” just in time to throw the November elections so please don’t fall for it.
Otherwise, enjoy your Wednesday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visitiing.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Driving to town music from today!!
In honor of David Byrne’s 72nd birthday yesterday — the awesome “Life During Wartime”, from the Talking Heads album Fear of Music, 1979. Enjoy!!
“Life During Wartime”
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire off in the distance
I’m getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto
I’ve lived all over this town
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey-dovey
I ain’t got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas
You don’t even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading
Everything’s ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime and I work in the nighttime
I might not ever get home
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B.
I ain’t got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody’ll see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
To last a couple of days
But I ain’t got no speakers, ain’t got no headphones
Ain’t got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can’t write a letter, can’t send no postcard
I ain’t got time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we’re tapping phone lines
I know that that ain’t allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
I don’t know what I look like
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team
Don’t get exhausted, I’ll do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
Get your instructions
Follow directions–
c- 1979 Tina Weymouth, Chris Franz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison