Good Times...

I don't know about everyone else (I don't even know who everyone else is in this situation, due to the fact I have told no one really about this blog...) but for me, this movie is one of my all time favorites. Whenever there was a dull moment in the conversation growing up, or I was somewhat drunk, lines from this film just made me fall on the floor laughing (OK...maybe just trip and fall....but still).

So, this is my favorite scene (that and all the swallow banter)...one of them at least...I just think it is so genius the way it is written and executed, especially all the Lady of the Lake stuff...I can picture it in my head perfectly going through the entire scene...

Enjoy

ARTHUR:
Old woman!
DENNIS:
Man!
ARTHUR:
Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
DENNIS:
I'm thirty-seven.
ARTHUR:
I-- what?
DENNIS:
I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old.
ARTHUR:
Well, I can't just call you 'Man'.
DENNIS:
Well, you could say 'Dennis'.
ARTHUR:
Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'.
DENNIS:
Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
ARTHUR:
I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked--
DENNIS:
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR:
Well, I am King!
DENNIS:
Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
WOMAN:
Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do?

ARTHUR:
How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that?
WOMAN:
King of the who?
ARTHUR:
The Britons.
WOMAN:
Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR:
Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.
WOMAN:
I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
DENNIS:
You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
WOMAN:
Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
DENNIS:
That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--
ARTHUR:
Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN:
No one lives there.
ARTHUR:
Then who is your lord?
WOMAN:
We don't have a lord.
ARTHUR:
What?
DENNIS:
I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,...
ARTHUR:
Yes.
DENNIS:
...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
ARTHUR:
Yes, I see.
DENNIS:
...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,...
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--
ARTHUR:
Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN:
Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
ARTHUR:
I am your king!
WOMAN:
Well, I didn't vote for you.
ARTHUR:
You don't vote for kings.
WOMAN:
Well, how did you become King, then?
ARTHUR:
The Lady of the Lake,...
[angels sing]
...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
[singing stops]
That is why I am your king!
DENNIS:
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
ARTHUR:
Shut up, will you? Shut up!

DENNIS:
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
ARTHUR:
Bloody peasant!
DENNIS:
Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?

BURNING WO-MAN

Woman
Woe man
Whoa man
She was a thief
You gotta believe
She stole my heart and my cat
Betty
Judy
Josie and those hot Pussycats
They make me horny
Saturday morny
Girls of cartoons
Won't leave me in ruins
I want to be Betty's Barney
Hey, Jane, get me off
This crazy thing...
... called love



Sooooo, for the past few months I have been toying with the idea of a vacation. It has been about two years since I went on one (excluding trips to Tahoe, Las Vegas, LA, the Cedars, New York, and other baby weekend vacations...those don't count), and I am feeling like a week long vacation is in order. Jake and I thought about Hawaii...Guatemala, and Argentina (still in the works for next year I think), but Burning Man somehow won the prize. So yeah...this will be my first time...

I feel a sense of hypocrisy going to this event for various reasons...

1) I made fun of people who went to this festival, and continue to do so....and will more than likely make fun of myself whilst there...
2) I always thought it was for old hippie friends of my dad...which led me to do #1 repeatedly.
3) The scene there, or what I had heard of it...didn't really seem like my style of fun...granted, I like to do various things that go on there, I just felt like it was a forced and superficial atmosphere....
4) I like to camp near a source of water (this one isn't hypocritical though...just logical I guess)...is that so wrong?!

there are more reasons but ultimately it all leads back to reason #1...

So, I knocked it before I tried it...so now I'm trying it...and hopefully since I knocked it down so long ago, I will be able to enjoy it objectively without all those preconceived notions....that and Jake's pictures of it are pretty great, and his stories did intrigue me.

Anyhow...guess there is lots to do before hand. Figure out supplies (water, food, etc), become a major artist in the course of two months....get some weird outfits together (I'm opposed to this one...as it seems a little forced...) I don't know...but first I have to buy my ticket to make it official. It's freakin expensive, too bad they don't do it on Ocean Beach anymore....sad.

On that note:
Harriet, Harriet
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis
Beautiful, bemuséd
Bellicose butcher
Untrusting
Unknowing
Unlovéd

.....fade to black :)

zeitgeist

zeit·geist Pronunciation: 'tsIt-"gIst, 'zIt Function: noun Etymology: German, from Zeit (time) + Geist (spirit) Date: 1884 Meaning: the general intellectual, moral, and cultural climate of an era.

E"bowl"a Virus

So Alex, Dan and I joined a bowling league at the Presidio Bowling Club with two other people we did not know previously to this. I have never really bowled much in my life, maybe 4 times, tops, but I have always been a fan and thought it would be something fun to get into. Everytime that I went, I loved it.

On our first official game as a team, I bowled really well, the second time, eh, not so much; but I am hoping I fall somewhere inbetween today, and have a little more consistency. My goal for the season is to bowl a 200 (super lofty...but hey, here's to trying *clink imaginary beers together*). I just think it would be super cool to be one of those kick ass bowlers that hits a strike every time and turns around with a face that communicates to other bowlers "ain't no thang..."

My nickname while bowling is "Bernie." I love my middle name, Bernice, but Dan thinks it's funny to call me Bernie...and so do I :) Won't be telling my Gramma that any time soon though (it's her real name...or maybe I will and she will be flattered.)

Anyhow, bowling kicks ass, and I'm stoked to finally get some real practice.