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To the Eastern Shore, paid the $12 toll that financially prohibits outsiders coming in and insiders going out, drove seemingly into endless water and underwater tunnels with not a drop of land in sight, went to hang out with some old friends and their new kids. (Well, new to me, anyway.) Oddly, at the same time my brother happened to be going camping with his girl @ the beach, but they didn’t like the camping scene and decided to pay the $12 toll and go to the Eastern Shore too; though they were too shy or something to come hang out with all of us. So we went to the Town of Onancock (oh yes!) for dinner and Michele looked down through the mostly obscured window in the European Restaurant (no, darling. that’s actually the name of the restaurant) where we were all sitting for dinner.

“Your brother is in the Eastern Shore? Well are those your brother’s legs?”
I look at the legs in question with black socks and grimy shoes.
“No, those legs are too thin,” I said about my brother’s legs.

When I talked to him on the phone we worked out that he was right across the street from us and I stepped outside to meet him. He had given up on camping and gotten a hotel in Onacock! The hotel he got was right across the street from the European Restaurant where we were eating!

The coincidences are getting nutsier. You know how sometimes you’re high and watching a movie and you can very obviously detect the director trying to manipulate you? You see an actor doing their job instead of a character in a story, you see the script that attempts to evoke emotion in us, you see some symbolic portent coming a mile away, you see the dramatic cinematic cuts, the disjointed takes meant to seem seamless, and the music trying to cue your emotions? (Perhaps I am confusing that feeling and the “bad movie” feeling as they both seem to hold a lot of similar traits.) Well the universe has been doing the same thing to me lately – really obviously showing its hand. It’s like it has become a really cheesy director and doesn’t even pretend to hide that it is inexorably hands-on, constantly winking its eye with little Easter Egg coincidences everywhere, reminding me how it’s all just movie. You can’t emotionally get swept away by the undulations of a drama playing out before you if you see the director at work and the scaffolding behind the film sets. And that’s the only thing it wants me to know. Truly know. The rest is just fluff. (I don’t think my heart is truly at truly know. Working on it… perhaps that’s why I need all the reminders.)

(Speaking of films my buddy Chris lent me the movie Lawn Dogs with Sam Rockwell in it, the same guy who played in Moon and Box of Moonlight, both of which I loved and mentioned in this blog recently. I think he only shows his pecker in one of the movies and I refuse to tell you which. Maybe in two of them. That would be a good game show question: in which of the following movies does Sam Rockwell NOT show his pecker? “Can I get a lifeline? Lemme call my uncle lisabelle!” Here are two more unrelated things: I wore shorts for the first time at Kung Fu class and told Stephanie that I had chicken legs; and in trying to find the name of the guru “Baba…” something I looked up Baba and found Baba Yaga and read about that instead. I was informed later I was actually looking for Sai Baba. {Sai is a persian word which means “Saint” and Baba, a Hindi term of endearment for father.}

So, I pop in the Lawn Dogs movie and right off the bat it starts talking about Baba Yaga and Chicken Legs, two things that don’t really come up in my life that often and that just did that day and the day before, but were coincidences obscure enough that they were only relevant to ME – if I tried to explain it to anyone, like you for instance, I’d sound like a nutter. If I were younger I would think this was the fates telling me of some serious meaning I needed to seek in the film Lawn Dogs. But now I realize it isn’t this at all. In fact, I’m not even sure I liked Lawn Dogs all that much. When I was talking earlier about “you know when you’re baked and watch a movie and see it manipulating you?” well, that was about this movie. And it felt seedy and unpolished as well. Like, I understand how it tries to make an uncomfortable sexual tension between a dude and an underage girl, I get it!, but it was a little too risky or something, not professional and sweet like Jean Reno and Natalie Portman in The Professional. I don’t know, I didn’t ‘buy it’ literally or figuratively. What? Coincidences. Yeah. The clocks are still giving me funny number combinations. 11:11. 9:09. 3:13. that kind of stuff. (I just looked at the clock and it was totally boring. 7:06 and I started typing to tell you that, but I just looked again and it is 7:07 and I laughed at myself.) It isn’t trying to tell me ANYTHING, except, “Hey! *wave* *LOL* *rotflma* What’s up?!” Our universe needs to get her act together! She’s gettin crazy! Seriously now, I’m ready for the big boy stuff. Give me some answers.)

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This is 240 pictures and WordPress nearly puked every time I tried to mess with the ordering, but I think she’s going to hold together.

Some of these are some of my bestest pictures of all times, but then again, there’s a lot of ‘misses’ too. Pictures too blurry, but that I left in to give you the flavor of the moment and because I hate to delete stuff. It was a pretty blurry weekend, actually. One of my favorites.

The Greatest Picture in the World:

taken with
iPhone’s camera + blackberry’s flash

“Madness? THIS + IS + SPATEN!”
(A lovely HUGE glass of german beer.)
I have other favorites, I’ll leave you to find them yourselves.