#farm frolics retrospective

[laluxea]

Farm Frolics: A Fearsome Flashback Fest 2023!

Happy Halloween and Merry Samhain to all Farm Frolics readers and followers! 🎃👻🦇

I'm reposting a seasonal selection of chapters for those among you who are new to the FF/WFC-verse, and for anyone else who might fancy reading or revisiting them tonight. To be accompanied, naturally, by a glass of blood-red wine, a flickering Jack o' Lantern... and who knows, a certain mischievous moggy or two might be prowling around somewhere...🙀

Have a good one, enjoy the eve, don't overindulge too much, stay safe and warm and see you soon!

[hookshotsandhandgrenades]

Playtime poseur

When I was a kid I remember our long driveway. It was a quarter of a mile long and it had a very evenly paced line of tall maple trees. I grew up on a dairy farm. 100 acres. The 100 acre wood. So many hours running around in that dirt. I wouldn’t say frolic, but I would say lots of blissful quiet solitary. 

Biking constantly up and down that lane. I really remember I acted dead a lot. So I would pretend I was a Stormtrooper (1977 movie not the German one) and fly around with my Landspeeder and I’d be just getting my ass kicked by all the heroes. Luke and Han, I’d envision them throwing me off my bike. I would pretend I would be scouting around looking for them and they would be evading easily. But I loved the idea that I was given this task and in a unit of soldiers. I couldn’t relate to the hero at all I think. I can not remember ever doing that. 

And as I got older getting influences where I could. I remember a wall of my sisters. I had three older sisters who shared one huge room. On one of the rooms walls my sister had a boyfriend who wrote dozens of bands who he loved. Skinny Puppy, The Smiths, The Cure, etc etc. Obviously right? What else. I certainly could have maybe ignored that but these were great bands. He played bass and they met at Canada’s Wonderland where I would love to think he was a mascot under a huge heavy bear costume but I think he was concession. 

So below. Sex Lies and Videotape. I think in retrospect I took a lot from this film. 

Graham Dalton, the main character. But is he? I actually haven’t seen in for over 20 years. So he might not be the main character. I’m sure he was. He was awkward  but had a firmness. He didn’t want a lot of keys because it was confusing for him. Distant and sexual. I’m sure I took sexual cues from this asshole. He just asked a lot of questions and videotaped the answers, a voyeur. As I remember he didn’t help anyone too much. 

I’ve been looking for another important artifact for as long as I knew Youtube existed. I think it was an A&E production I watched living in Pioneer Park in Kitchener. My mother, my brother, and myself mostly dominated this time for me. My sisters had pissed off to Ottawa at this point. Me and my brother had started to get into basketball. Well he started to get into it and I joined in. One afternoon  this monologue being performed on a basketball court just caught me. It was this really well spoken Jewish man talking about his upbringing in New York, listening to the ball hitting the court, practicing the same movement, and he wouldn’t leave until he hit this half court hook shot. He talked about leaving as soon as someone else showed up to the court. 

Now I have a mission to watch Sex Lies and Videotape. Perhaps I’ll understand it more. 

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Today: Was Rainy, walked Ronan at the landing. Mothers Estate is finalized and in my account. I can see it but can’t use it. I am coming down with a cold. I reduced my shifts at work multiple reasons. Starting to watch Sopranos. Currently listening to The Pogues.