Madame Tutli-Putli

Animated short film in which Madame Tutli-Putli boarded a night train, dragging all her belongings with her. Traveling alone, she shares her cabin with strangers, sometimes benevolent, sometimes menacing. When night falls, she finds herself in the heart of an agonizing metaphysical adventure, where reality is confused with dreams. Jungian thriller? Hitchcockian suspense? Artistic tour de force? Get on board, the night train awaits you ... Directed by Chris Lavis and Maciek Szczerbowski - 2007

I have a very hard time staying focused. In addition, most of my life I've encouraged it...I have had a million plus ideas that looking back anyone of them would have been interesting enough to explore.  Ok, I don't have a clue how many or what they were.  I really think it would have been a Billion Plus.

Sorry this is boring me...

Why is flat tax a bad idea. Hell, I don't have a clue. Why isn't it a choice? I don't mind paying taxes at all. Once I sent them several thousand dollars just to move on with what I was interested in at the time. Why do homeowners have to itemize? Let me just do the short form.

Fear and Guilt is my Motivation 

"Life During Wartime" Talking Heads

I wish we would just say we want your fucking oil and if you don't comply we are going to fuck you up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obAtn6I5rbY

"Life During Wartime" Talking Heads 

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway,
A place where nobody knows

The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,
I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver,
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
You don't even know my real name

High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
Everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime,
I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody see you up there

I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
To last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones,
Ain't got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send no postcard,
I ain't got time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that that ain't allowed

We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!

You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
We make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
You ought to get you some sleep

Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
The burning keeps me alive