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...want to scrounge up the used parts!

 Someday in the not too distant future we may have Fashion Designers, Genetic Engineers, and Apple build our perfect mates! They'll come with killer apps and GPS, but won't make fun of you when you can't find the car in the mall parking lot. But until then, and before I get too old, where will I find my own Bride?

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...that I hope will better Mankind, but I'm really hoping I will be changed for the better!
 
I am working on something that is so different from what I've ever done before. Stretching myself. Learning new things. Exploring what I'm capable of handling.
 
To acquire these new techniques I have to play games with myself. I imagine each new skill set will be used to accomplish a secret mission. Each thing is like a different team member of an elite squad sent to assassinate a Nazi Leader and must band together and combine their abilities to succeed in the task.
 
Say for instance, I need to remember a set of passwords, codes or acronyms, well I imagine the team member is a Code Breaker deciphering enemy messages.
 
Sometimes these games help overcome the stress I might otherwise feel climbing a learning curve. Climbing that curve can be for me like David Niven climbing that clift wall in the rain in "Guns of Navarone."
 
These games seem to help me remember.

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...together and I wouldn't even attempt to put my hotdog through the bottom of the popcorn box.
 
I swear! Maybe we could hold hands. Maybe we could lay our hands on each other's leg. Maybe we could sneak in some food and drinks!
 
http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/avatar/
 
http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/jennifersbody/
 
http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/wherethewildthingsare/
 
http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/thelovelybones/
 
http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox_searchlight/fantasticmrfox/
 
And hopefully, I can convince my brothers to go see a War Movie with me in a few days:
 
http://www.apple.com/trailers/weinstein/inglouriousbasterds/
 
I still have DVDs I need to watch, like "Revolutionary Road" and "Defiance" but just can't get my house in order enough to settle down to view them.

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On yesterday's date in 1692, five people, including a clergyman, were executed after being convicted of witchcraft at the Salem Witch Trials. How did you honor the date? I watched this and brought back great memories, because I never missed an episode!
 

 
We have to be sure not to get caught up in any kind of similar panic or silliness whether religious or political or sexual... Just keep cool and keep a backpack of supplies in the trunk for an easy getaway.
 
When I first saw this, it was in a theatre and I was underage! Shame! It may have warped me. I remember the ticket was so expensive, more so than other films, but it may have been something like $8 at the time. But it took all my lawn mowing money to buy the ticket and pay the hooker that played my date.
 

 
Happy B'Day to H.P. Lovecraft! I celebrated by listening to this BBC documentary and having some Pulp by way of my Orange Juice.
 

 
Tonight at dinner, a couple at the next table kept chatting up the server so long that the restaurant gave me a small discount for the wait and the food was cold and awful. Now I'm so sick.
 
I had a "Brain-Glitch" I was holding my toothbrush ready to put toothpaste on it and instead squirted liquid handsoap on the toothbrush. It was an inch away from my teeth before I caught it! Is there anything remotely as weird that you've done?
 
If you were alone and saw an actual alien spacecraft and just knew it was not of this Earth, knowing how people, skeptics and the media are, would you ever admit it?
 
I think in this current climate of skepticism for the sake of fashion, or whatever, just to oppose... Even if I knew it was an Alien Controlled Craft, I really believe I would keep it to myself. It's like everything is a Hoax!
 
Unless I had some kind of object I stole from them, then I might blog about it. Video, photos, scars, implants, just seem worthless to everyone other than believers. American Scientific Magazine stated numerous times flight was impossible even ten years after people were flying in airplanes!
 
I'm not referring to "real" scientific inquiry, but in all these TV shows I'm talking about, there's a team and they are calling themselves "skeptics" looking for evidence, but it's all fashion/fake for the most part. If you've seen any of these shows you've heard them say that. The real studies, the hard working and thorough investigators, we'll never hear about because their work will be buried under the glut of these "Entertainments" and there's a trend of thinking it's cool to just disagree without cause in this culture. So again, I would most likely keep quiet about my encounter.
 
Yahoo Personals just found me 18 New perfect matches, Yikes! Who do they think I am? What mutating and genetically altering nuclear crackhouse wastedump alien breeding ground are they finding my soulmates? Oh, 15 mile radius. I mean, I know I'm no prize, but Dang!!! The Geiger Counter in my pants is going off!
 
I went on one online date years ago, it was good, but I would never go out with the choices I'm being offered from Yahoo now. Besides, I'm really too old to date online. I imagine my time to find real love has passed. There's a beautiful woman I do dream about every night, she has my heart, but I don't believe she's real.
 
I'm not really looking, I just never closed that Yahoo account and I still get their spam. I figure love is like trying to grab water in your hand. It's illusive. You chase it, it goes away, you want it, it never arrives, you can't force it. You just have to be happy with yourself and be still and true love may find you.
 
But I doubt I'll believe it when it comes for me, I'll think it's some horrible prank, a scam, a hoax!

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I asked her, as we both stared at the ceiling and the light passing across it, "How do you think you found me?" She slid her hand into mine and our fingers entwined. She said, "This world ain't strong enough to keep us from each other." She rolled over to me. She put her leg between mine and laid her breasts on my chest. She kissed me. I could feel her heart beat in time to mine. She looked down deep into my eyes and with utmost seriousness whispered, "I know you, from a previous incarnation."

 
I was washing her beautiful hair in the old tub with claw feet upstairs. Her body stretched out in the water. Candle lights. Painted nails. Eyes closed. Quiet. I thought about our time together. The thrift store fashions shows she put on for me. Her laugh when twirling in the dress. Chasing me with the water hose when we washed her truck. Dancing in the rain. Laying on her roof at night with quilts to see the shooting stars. Why, when I'm so happy do I have to wonder, "How long can it possibly last?" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtkmRiA5UOE
 
We put her futon in the bed of her old pickup truck and spread it out. We pulled up to the Tiki Drive In Movie Theatre, but the Cult Classics Festival was sold out. "Don't worry, baby. I have a better idea anyway," she said. She drove me high up a mountain on a dusty road and parked on a slope overlooking a lake far below. The sun was setting and the sky was pink. "How do you know about this place?" She grabbed the blankets and climbed up in the truck bed. "All the kids used to come up here and make out," she said pulling off her cowboy boots. "Did you?" I asked stepping over the tailgate. "No way! I'm a good girl." We made love under the stars on the futon in the truck bed and as soon as she came she said with a laugh, "I'm so glad I remembered to use the parking break!"

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...her first name on it. Carved on the tombstone was "Beautiful Loving Wife." I thought hard about her on the drive back and wondered if she could be the one. http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xrzfv_inxs-never-tear-us-apart_music
 
When I pulled into the driveway she was working in her garden. She looked up and brushed her hair aside with a muddy glove leaving a smudge of dirt on her forehead. She smiled. She handed me a basket of cucumbers. I handed her the chocolate she likes that I picked up as a surprise on the way back. She kissed me. Deep. Slow. Powerful. The kind of kiss that can etch itself in stone.

 
When she crawled toward me slowly with only her stockings on from the foot of the bed with that look, some old wall inside me crumbled. Her skin was cool and fresh. It was right. Images blurred. I closed my eyes. In the music we found a path. I was seeing us in my mind. Vertigo. I sensed our molecules had obliterated some impenetrable field. We merged. The nexus between our minds and matter gave way to cascading emotions and collapsing fear. I was falling. It was as if one soul in the distant past had been split and lost, but now had been reunited. "Is it the wine?" "Shut up, baby," she whispered to me right before her body tensed up, her back arched and she released her sweet breathy scream.

 
Walking into her kitchen the next morning before sunrise I could hear her making pancakes. We sat at the kitchen table and drank orange juice. We didn't say a word. She sat in her chair with both feet on the seat and bare knees up together next to her face. She rested her chin on her knees. Her eyebrows raised up and then down in some secret code. Her slight contented smile widened. I thought she was looking at me, but she was looking past me. I turned to see out her back porch window, a wall of mist pass across her big backyard like something in a dream. "I want this to really be happening to me," I thought to myself.

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It's called, "Hey Sister" and it is my Feminist video!
 
I know you might think it's dated, but now more than ever one needs to be aware of how easily things in these troubling times can change for the worst. People's minds are elsewhere. People are concerned for themselves. People are busy arguing over healthcare. I mean, How can it get worse?
 
The World Health Organization reports that over 80,000 women and girls die from unsafe, illegal abortions every year, and experts place that number at as many as 200,000. We have to do something about this!
 
The National Victim Center indicated that over 700,000 women are raped or sexually assaulted annually in the US. The laws of many countries around the world, such as Uruguay and Ethiopia allow rapists to escape punishment if they marry their victims. Jesus!
 
The United Nations Populations Fund estimates that as many as 5,000 women and girls are murdered by family members each year in so-called “honor killings” around the world. I didn't know what that was until I looked it up. I can't believe this is the World in which I live!
 
Women are beaten, stoned to death, abused for such crimes as wearing pants, or not covering their face. I worried about whether I should get an iPhone and some father is allowed to murder his daughter for trying on a pair of jeans just to see how they would feel.
 
But hey, don't let me bring you down, please enjoy this video I made!
 

 
In 1971 the U.S. Congress designated August 26 as “Women’s Equality Day.” The date was selected to commemorate the 1920 passage of the 19th Amendment to the Constitution, granting women the right to vote. See what your workplace and community is doing to celebrate and educate!
 

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...you knew all along.
 
She asked me if I wanted to come over and see her pictures from a photo shoot earlier that day and when I got there her old house was filled with people dancing and drinking. I moved from room to room looking for her. People were kissing. Colored lights bathed each room in different moods. In the kitchen I finally saw her all alone leaning over the sink, she was breaking up a big bag of ice, her skirt was made of old ties she collected from thrift stores and sewn together. And just as she turned to me and smiled, this song came on.
 

 
She said, "Watch this movie!" As it played we drank red wine. She sat on the couch and I sat on the floor. Her right leg laid over my shoulder and I held her ankle. Her other leg wrapped around my left side and her bare feet rested together in my lap. With her finger tip she circled my left ear so gently it tickled. When I held the glass, her warm hand slid down my chest under my shirt. We passed the glass back and forth until the bottle was empty and the movie was over.
 
"Things are going to change in my life," she said. I sat on the edge of her bed with my back against the wall. She hugged her pillow as she whispered to me her situation. The candle on the nightstand flickered. She slid her toes under my crossed legs for warmth. Her eyes glistened, "Will you still be there for me when I climb out of this?"
 
I heard the screen door slam on the back porch. She wasn't in bed with me. I jumped up to look out the window. I saw her walking in just her t-shirt and panties and dragging the axe behind her in the backyard in the dark. I ran downstairs and I could see her chopping up her father's chair out on the grass. She was screaming. She was crying. I let her wear herself down, the chair was in pieces, then I slowly took the axe out of her hand and held her small trembling body in my arms. The branches in the tree made a halo around the moon.
 
It was dark. She was sleeping in the passenger seat. I was driving. It was raining. She didn't want me to leave her behind. The road ahead was empty and all I could think about was standing alone at the edge of the pier in Ventura looking out into the pitch Black ocean, every star visible, the crashing waves hitting the support beams and the wind that made everything bad go away.

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...aren't always the greatest quality. I swear this pic wasn't shot from space! I questioned whether even to post it, but I love the pics I get and want to share. You may not even be able to see that that's my face on her crotch!
 
Right where it should be!
 
http://www.cafepress.com/jerrylentz
 
When girls take the time to order my tees and panties and take pics for me, I get a lil' choked up at how sweet that is!
 
I'm a sensitive guy! I even squirted a few tears at the end of "The Time Traveler's Wife" when I saw it yesterday. I could have gone to see, "District 9" but no, I wanted to get in touch with my emotions, to feel, and think about you and me and how time and love can tear us apart and put us back together.
 
But also, because I knew Rachel McAdams would get nude somewhere in that beautiful story!
 

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..."Little Ashes" have you kids seen it yet?
 
http://www.littleashes-themovie.com/
 
Just kidding!
 
It's about Dali, and I told a guy that tonight and he said, "Oh, I love Dolly Parton."
 
It's also about Federico García Lorca and Luis Buñuel, as well.
 
It was the last night it was playing and I wanted to support the film, so I went as did several Robert Patterson Fan Club girls, who were bored out of their empty skulls until he got nude. Then they freaked when they found he got nude to have sex with a man.
 
I went through a deep Salvador Dali and Luis Buñuel phase a few years back seeing and reading everything I could about them. So that's why I went. I enjoyed the movie. I love that time period, old Madrid and stories of the avant-garde.
 
At the end of the film, in the closing credits it says, "No Animals were harmed in the Film" but they are forgetting the cow that gets it's eye sliced open in "Un Chien Andalou" which appears in the movie.
 

 
But I understand what they mean. I just thought it was funny.
 
http://www.zappinternet.com/video/danPvuMpaX/Un-chien-Andalou-1928
 
If you want to write screenplays and make movies, this book that I talk about in the new podcast is one you should have on your shelf! You will learn quite a bit in this podcast episode!
 
http://www.gcast.com/u/JerryLentz/main
 
Today's show is an interview with author and screenwriter, Christopher Riley
 
http://www.scripthollywood.com
 
"The Hollywood Standard: The Complete and Authoritative Guide to Script Format and Style" from Michael Wiese Books.
 
http://www.mwp.com/
 
Available at bookstores everywhere.
 
Salvador Dali and Luis Buñuel didn't have this book when they made that film, but you can, and who knows what kind of revolution you will start once you read it!

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