street signs

on the way to the aeroport this morning, we passed 'hooker street' followed, a couple of blocks later, by 'cherry avenue.' if sex is on the mind (and is it ever at a total remove?), you can always find yourself a double entendre.

oh! i had the oddest idea this morning as i woke and stretched. i meant to tell one particular friend about it because i thought he'd find it amusing. but i forgot to mention it. so i will tell the whole world and that might include him in any case. it's an idea for a movie about the end of the world, a post apocalyptic tragedy, one man still alive who must forage through the tumbleweeds and burning tires and all that cliched imagery that always comes up in those end of the world cinematic scenarios. but here's where i thought, in half wakefulness, that i had come upon genius: mix into this man's best friend...a dog! make the movie but give the hero his faithful dog and turn it into a comedy. not a flatulence/masturbation kind of comedy but one on the charlie kauffman metaphysical/absurdist tip.

(this is, what is it called, an editor's note added in after the initial post and prompted by the commentator from the boston area...one j.c. i think part of what i was thinking was, wouldn't that be funny, the world is decimated but not ONLY does the hero survive, so does his trusty dog. it's so lucky and absurd and yet in that way total movie grist)

does that seem stupid? or might i be on to something?