Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Tuesday, July 20, 2004 The Pitch: It's like Dreamscape meets Every Which Way But Loose! So, last night I had a dream about the Dukes of Hazzard and an orangutan and an eighty-year old Nazi grandmother...and yet it was a nightmare. Go figure.There's not much set-up to the dream, really. The Nazi grandmother has assembled her troops of redneck motorcycle riders behind a Hazzard County barn and they are preparing to ride into town and kill everybody. Behind them, the General Lee is parked next to some hay bales. The Dukes, who had been captured and tied up in the barn, had managed to get loose and were in the process of sneaking back to the car. From what I can tell, me and the orangutan had helped free them, and the plan was something like: The Dukes will get to the General Lee, and drive off yee-hawing, necessitating a mass car chase. While everyone's gone, me and the orangutan will defuse the fire bombs which were the primary weapon in the Nazi grandmother's attack. So the Dukes sneak around the side, punch a few stuntmen, hop through their windows and drive off. Unfortunately, nobody considers them worth chasing, and notices me and the orangutan. The orangutan and I hop on an old German motorcycle (the orangutan gets in the sidecar, natch) and try to get away, as the Nazi grandmother yells at everyone to chase us. The next thing I know, the o. and I are driving down abandoned logging roads with a frightening rhythmic chop-chop-chop right behind us. It seems the redneck motorcyle riders have a line of fine filament they have stretched taut and anything hitting the line is sliced in half; trees, abandoned cars, shrubs are all being cut up, and the air is filling with the exhaust of our crappy motorcycles and sawdust and uprooted plants. The clucking orangutan and I are driving down what has become a dustbowl, the slope getting steeper even as we try to cut our angle of descent harder, making me feel like we are spiraling down an enormous drain, and all of nature and the uprooted world is following us. Also disquieting was being up close to the Dukes as they were escaping and seeing that it wasn't Bo and Luke Duke, it was Coy and Vance Duke. Very upsetting. posted by Jeff Lester | 7:54 AM | |
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