Beware the Hypno Bedhead!

A Side of Death - An Exaggeration

2008-08-11T10:39:00.000-07:00

Do you ever get an ominous feeling when you go to a restaurant? Like your life depends on you not eating there? The violins from Psycho play in your head as they slide the food onto your table?That's how hungry I was today that I ignored that feeling.Restaurant's a bit generous. It was a food shack, which is one step away from being a food cart only by virtue of it being cemented to the ground.

In a Hidden Corner

2007-09-13T17:14:00.000-07:00

Tucked away in a secluded part of San Francisco is where I found this graffiti of the Mona Lisa. It's just barely there and it is beautiful. Wonder if whoever made this intended for it to be so subtle or has the weather made it so?

Web Translator Fun! - Just Do It!

2007-09-07T17:40:00.000-07:00

"Just Do It!" translated via internet translation tools. Everything has been translated from English to another language and then back to English.Russian: Exactly make it!Portuguese: It only makes it!Japanese: Do that exactly!Greek: Precisely him you make!German: Straight it! (I'm putting this on a T-Shirt)Korean: It only!Chinese simplified: Please make it!English to Russian to Portuguese to

The Difference is Substance

2007-08-31T15:16:00.000-07:00

What’s the difference between a Hollywood film, an independent film and a foreign film?Simple! Let’s look at three different versions of the same story.The Hollywood version:A lovable alcoholic (played by Nicolas Cage) alienates everyone in his life and beats alcoholism (in a week, during a montage) to regain the love of his wife and kids.The indie version: A loveable wife-beating alcoholic (

Fortune Cookie

2007-08-13T10:52:00.000-07:00

Open any fortune cookie, any one single fortune cookie and you'll get a fortune. Duh...Anyone knows that, but the point is, all those well-wishes are nothing if you don't put in the effort yourself to make sure they come true.Every fortune cookie lies if you don't make the effort.The last one said, "Your fondest wish will come true this year."So I'm going to work extra hard to make sure people

So Unfair...

2007-08-07T11:24:00.000-07:00

Kurt Vonnegut died this year. Michelangelo Antonioni and Ingmar Bergman died within the same week this year as well.In my local newspaper, these men got honored with blurbs. A certain professional football coach (who shall remain nameless), upon death, received a full front page article and an entire sports section devoted just to him.Think about that one, a full front page. Not a blurb in the

Night Walks

2007-07-01T23:30:00.001-07:00

06-02-07_0119.jpgOriginally uploaded by hypno_bedhead. The night's good to me. Gives me no reason to complain. At night, I can think; whereas in the morning I am so useless I'm practically furniture. Walking at night's when all the best ideas come out. My brain's digested the day and put in context and I can see it for what it was, a day.The day's too bright, at night, we illuminate what

My Life Measured in Shoes

2007-04-26T23:42:00.001-07:00

04-08-07_1751.jpgOriginally uploaded by hypno_bedhead. They were brand new Nike shoes. The kind that cost more than his daddy makes in a year. Oh, he had to have 'em. Day in and day out, it was, "Daddy, can I please?" Promises were made involving cleaning dishes and taking out the garbage. Simple, easy things the village idiot scoffs at.The shoes arrived weeks later since they were so expensive

Madam, Last Time I Checked, I'm the Mad Scientist Here

2007-04-19T22:29:00.000-07:00

I'm not crazy, I'm a mad scientist. Which is like crazy but with a degree.This excuses me from all sorts of things that crazy people do. So for example, I tell you that I've replaced your spouse's brain with a potato, you're supposed to bow down before my superior intellect. Not whack me in the head with whatever is handy.And no, I can't bring him back from the dead. Water to wine, yes. Bringing

Mea Culpa of Sorts

2007-04-19T01:23:00.000-07:00

Been accused of not writing enough in my blog. Not in the sense that there's not enough entries, but in the sense that the entries are too short. Oh, and it was not so much "accused" as "strongly hinted with a side of back handedness."Sometimes, you just want to make your point and get off the stage.Really, what else can you do sometimes?

Today, on the Train

2007-04-16T12:24:00.000-07:00

Submitted for your approval, while my train was stopped, another one stopped next to us. In that train was a guy wearing headphones. No big deal, everyone wears headphones since the iGod conquered the world.But this guy...this guy, he was sporting a hand crank radio.That's the kind of radio I don't expect to see on the public transportation system. iGods, CD players, MP3 players...yes. Hand crank

Where's My Tiny Bike?

2007-04-06T17:27:00.000-07:00

Found this on CNN.comFamous clown gets tiny bike backI think everyone needs to find their tiny bike and be extremely grateful for it.

That's the Question, Innit?

2007-04-06T16:02:00.000-07:00

Can I still, in good conscience, call myself the Hypno Bedhead if I've shorn my locks off?The Hell I can't!Bedhead is a state of mind!--The "Now Metaphorical" Hypno Bedhead

Now I've Seen Everything...Again

2007-03-25T13:25:00.000-07:00

The Man with the Cat on a Leash crossed my path again. Once more, The Cat on the Leash did not look happy.And we have just entered, the Twilight Zone.*Cue theme song*Submitted for your approval, a man who puts his cat on a leash. Is this man crazy, or has he just figured out something the rest of us haven't. There are mysteries within mysteries within this tableau of the absurd. Of course, the

Now I've Seen Everything

2007-03-18T12:19:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I saw a homeless man walking an animal that appeared to be a small dog but was in fact a cat...on a leash.The cat had a defeated look on his face. Can you blame him?

The Hypno Bedhead's Marathon Journal - Entry 004

2007-03-14T23:58:00.000-07:00

As for where 001-003 went, they're on my MySpace blog.Last run went swimmingly, which is just the roundabout way of saying it was keen. I had to run for 40 minutes and after a lot of procrastinating, I got my behind out to run. It's once I get going I remember how great it feels to run. Feels like meditation to me, I just tune out all the stress from the day and concentrate on my running form.

Dear Sir,

2007-03-13T23:26:00.000-07:00

I am writing this letter in the hope that it finds you and your family in great health and spirits. You don't know me, but I believe that you have done me a great service earlier today.See, as you drove to wherever it is you were going, you had no idea that you were going to play your part in a cosmic dance of wonderment and coincidence that has become my life for the last few days. It was when

Blame Abraham and Isaac

2007-02-12T17:55:00.000-08:00

Finally remembered the exact reason I don't like religion. Namely the one I was raised in.Let's all go back in time to 1986. You're six years old, and you're dying to color something...anything preferably a wall of some sort. Your mother, bless her heart, buys you a Judeo/Christian themed coloring book.Innocent enough...And you color Noah Ark first because when you're a kid, and animals are cool.

New Pictures

2007-01-21T12:46:00.000-08:00

Takes forever to get pictures onto FLICKR without using their downloadable mass uploader.This is a mosaic of some of my camera phone pictures. Not the best necessarily, but I was playing around.As a recovering film student, it's hard not to look at the world in camera angles. I need to make a short project soon before I forget why I studied film in the first place.

Does the World Really Need Legally Blonde: the Musical?

2007-01-20T10:17:00.000-08:00

And they say Hollywood's out of ideas.Also, based on the success of The Producers musical, Mel Brooks now wants to turn Young Frankenstein into one. Personally, he should do Blazing Saddles instead. That whole scene where cowboys eat beans by the campfire is just crying out to be put to song. They should use real beans for the sake of authenticity and provide gas masks for the front row

Thank You, Lost!

2007-01-16T00:10:00.000-08:00

So the writers of LOST have said that they will not let the show go on for longer than it should. Maybe I'll finally start watching the damn show.Someone has some sense in TV.There's a reason I don't watch LOST it's called The X-Files. I loved The X-Files, but it let me down. Oh it let me down. I'm talking I-can't-believe-people-pay-money-to-watch-Bruckheimer-movies-level of letting me down. So

The Future Sucks Again

2007-01-13T14:02:00.000-08:00

Remember back in the day when consumer electronic companies were putting digital clocks in every single product?Coffeemaker? Needs a clock.Fridge? Needs a clock.Phones? They need a clock.Stereos? How can I play music without a clock?Nowadays playing MP3's is the new digital clock.Your phone can play music. Your TV. Your PDA. Pretty soon, for the hell of it, they'll come up with a digital wrist

You Can't Miss Being a Kid if You Never Stopped Being One

2007-01-12T11:42:00.000-08:00

This one time I saw a guy on a unicycle riding through downtown. I wanna learn to do something completely useless just for fun. Like playing the harmonica.I draw the line at playing handball, though. That's just dumb.You know what I miss? Tag. I miss playing tag.Forget ultimate frisbee, I want to start a Tag League. Who wants in? Can't you imagine it? Ten or so grown-ups running around, playing

Sometimes I Can't Help But See the Strings

2007-01-07T10:37:00.000-08:00

What's so hard about getting a group of people together for a print ad? Every time I see an ad with a crowd shot I can't help but see how all those people were photoshopped individually to form a crowd. None of those people were in a room together!Same thing with movie posters. If the stars appear together, it just looks like they took separate pictures of them and slapped them together via

Hypno Bedhead's Motto of the Day

2006-12-09T15:35:00.000-08:00

Hard liquor, like a good friend, stabs you in the front when it turns on you.Wine, like a coward, hugs you, makes you feel loved, and stabs you in the back.

Life is But a Dream

2006-12-09T15:22:00.000-08:00

I have been through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.--Mark TwainIt's true what they say...we invent our own lives. There is no little man behind the curtain pulling our strings. Unless we put him there for the purpose of pulling our strings because we felt it was necessary for there to be a little man pulling our strings to make us feel better about not pulling

A Rant

2006-11-25T15:28:00.000-08:00

Bear with me for a minute...I hate movie titles, not all of them, obviously. Just the ones with no imagination.The Culprits (in no particular order)#1 Teen Movie Titles:Bad Titles-Whatever it Takes, Drive Me Crazy, Get Over ItOne word, GENERIC. These titles could be anything. They're all teen movies, but I'd be hardpressed to tell you which one's which or even what the difference is between

Can You Believe that Sky?

2006-11-19T13:12:00.000-08:00

Need to take the camera with me more often. Can't count how many times something reaches out, grabs me by the throat and demands to be photographed and I only have the camera on the mobile phone. Not that I haven't taken good pictures with the mobile phone, but it's limited.I love my camera, 4.2 megapixels and at its highest quality it can just about take print quality photos. Just about...But

Can You Allow Me a Moment of Pretentiousness?

2006-11-17T17:13:00.000-08:00

When the writing stalls, I cheer myself up by finding the nearest bookstore. I find the fiction section and look for the spot in which whatever book(s) I write will be.Right in the J's, next to James Joyce.It's dumb, but it helps, even if I don't write prose.

Symbols

2006-11-15T17:42:00.000-08:00

For some reason, one of my favorite stories is that of the Sword of Damocles. Don't remember where I first encountered it, but it's had a meaning that resonated.The story is, Damocles lavishes a great deal of attention to his king and tells the king how lucky he is to have all he has. The king grows tired of Damocles' constant jabbering at how great the king's life is. So the king tells Damocles

On the New Experience

2006-10-29T10:23:00.000-08:00

One sad fact is, once you've experienced a work of fiction (a book, a movie, etc.) you can never experience it again the same way you did the first time.Especially hard is when you return to fiction with a twist ending. It doesn't age well. That's not fair, The Usual Suspects is still a good movie, but the participation in the mystery is gone the second time. The Sixth Sense holds up in the same

Evidently, I Refuse to Be Serious

2006-10-17T15:38:00.000-07:00

More Comic Life fun for all.Ahh...serious is so overrated anyway.

I Can't Draw, So Don't Bother...

2006-10-01T12:57:00.000-07:00

Didn't have any pictures to put in it, but here's a little experiment with Comic Life on my Mac at work.Curses...now I want a Mac.

Heed the Hydrant!!!!

2006-09-15T23:10:00.000-07:00

Found on a corner near work.The advantage of the crappy camera in my phone is that if you're paying attention, you find all sorts of goodies.

Hypno Bedhead's Dictionary Entry of the Day

2006-09-02T09:53:00.000-07:00

Star: nounA performer of limited range and talent who nonetheless excels at being appealing to the masses by virtue of genetics.

This is Only a Test

2006-09-01T20:16:00.000-07:00

Keep moving, nothing to see here. Just trying out my PDA to see if I can post directly from it when I'm at an internet cafe.I effing hate writing at home. It's so cave-like, what with it being underground and all...and home to the mole people. Not much for conversation, but they keep the place tidy.

This and Any Other

2006-09-01T20:04:00.000-07:00

Sometimes the world opens up and you see yourself for what you truly are...not guilty of half of what you kick yourself about.And it feels good, you know, to free yourself from the prison guards and inmates your mind conjures up, like your own personal Sing Sing. Like Captain Jack says, "There's what a man can do and what a man can't do." Just a matter of being realistic about both.So my dear

Hypno Bedhead's Dictionary Entry of the Day

2006-08-30T11:15:00.000-07:00

Hanger-On: nounSomeone who enjoys the fruits of others' labors while contributing none themselves.

Him

2006-08-27T20:37:00.000-07:00

When I was a small boy back in El Salvador I used to watch a kid's variety style show on our channel 2. The hosts were a bunch of clowns, literally, who would do skits between Spanish-dubbed episodes of U.S. cartoons. The name of the show escapes me, as does the name of my favorite clown from it. That guy was the coolest cat in the world as far as I'm concerned.For my birthday one year, we

Hypno Bedhead's Dictionary Entry of the Day

2006-08-27T13:17:00.000-07:00

Free Advice: nounSomething given as if wanted.

Random Quote

2006-08-27T11:24:00.000-07:00

On MySpace:"I told you, this is what happens when you let non-geeks into the internet."Overheard on the N-Judah

Cornered

2006-07-29T16:42:00.000-07:00

"There's no one here," one security guard said to the others. He put his finger to his lips, and then pointed to the bag of loot the men clutched. They split, leaving the bag. The guard stuffed it behind the dumpster.He rejoined the others. "Must have gone the other way," he said.

My Frontal Lobes Are Mush

2006-07-22T15:44:00.000-07:00

Been without internet at home for four days. Couple that with my lack of mobile phone reception and my comments about living in a cave have become a self fulfilling prophecy. Maybe I should start commenting that I win the lottery all the time.I'm convinced my wireless card is some sort of futuristic assassin sent back in time to drive me crazy and dead. Like the Terminator, only less explody and

2x4 logic

2006-07-08T16:34:00.000-07:00

Returning from visiting the family, I was asked what a film producer does...again. Understand, this is so commonplace I'm starting to believe it's a nervous tic...shared by everyone in my family.Also, moved into a new place, been playing Tetris with the furniture. Haven't quite got it right yet. Still trying to get the rack to fit next to the iron maiden. What exactly is the proper Feng Shui for

Camping Trip

2006-07-06T22:48:00.000-07:00

“It’s not as bad as you think,” he told Canby, “I can’t even feel it really. I’ll be okay.” A piece of metal had torn right through his arm. It bothered him not at all. Canby patted him on the shoulder, smiling weakly. Their car was totalled. “Chicks really dig scars, right? How long do you think the

The Universe has a Sense of Humor

2006-05-19T17:48:00.000-07:00

I have now been attacked twice outside my house on my way to the L-Train...by birds.There I am, minding my own business when a little blackbird swooped down by my shoulder. Thought nothing of it so I kept going. Then the bird, again, and a thud against my shoulder as it flew by again. That freaked me out......but not as bad as today. Walked out of the house, thought, "Hmmm...wonder if that bird's

Happy Thoughts!

2006-05-14T14:39:00.000-07:00

The amount of money I pay towards my student loans (almost) ='s my rent.Me + Bills = BrokeMe + Moving = Bye, bye savings (again)Me + Stress = My script not getting done = More stressThey really don't prepare people for this sort of thing in high school....help?

Loss for words

2006-04-30T09:58:00.000-07:00

There has to be a word or phrase to describe something so serene, beautiful, and calm that it gives you the creeps. When your unconscious reaches behind the facade and can sense something disturbing underneath the surface. Surely the French must have a phrase or word. Maybe the Germans? If the Germans can come up with schadenfreude, they can come up with a name for anything.Also, what's the name

A Few Quick Ones

2006-04-02T10:06:00.000-07:00

I saw a homeless woman sitting on a manhole cover on the sidewalk. The odor of the fumes from the manhole didn't bother her, at least they were warm. She happily ate her meager food.A few blocks from work there's a fire hyrant where someone wrote the words "Create Dangerously" in gold letters.Yesterday, in the rain, a couple huddled close to each other. He held the umbrella over their heads. He

All lined up in a row

2006-04-01T15:32:00.000-08:00

I was going to write about how I saw V for Vendetta and how the comic is better, blah, blah, blah...but I don't want to be "that guy." You know what I mean, the guy who gets angry because he goes out in his fancy new Bizarro t-shirt and people tell him, "Nice Superman shirt, dude."Imagine the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons, "Ahem...this my dear sir is a Bizarro shirt. Notice how the color of

The King is Alive

2006-03-23T21:50:00.000-08:00

My goal of writing a little bit here every day seems to have not worked out. C'est la vie.It seems hard to think of new things to write about. It's not though. I can think of at least five things that would be worth writing about.1) The strangely Zen state of mind I go into while riding the crowded L-Taraval train back home.2) That scientists think they have discovered how to make bionic limbs

I've got too many brain cells for MySpace methinks...

2006-02-05T13:58:00.000-08:00

Been on MySpace for almost a year. For the most part, I like it. It's allowed me to reconnect with people I haven't seen in ages and keep track of friends that move away.I could chuck the rest to be honest.I got a friend request from a girl saying, "Just checkin out ur profile, If u wanna b friends just hit me up sometime." The picture was of a reasonably cute early 20's girl wearing a tight tee

Thank you "Me from Two Weeks Ago"

2006-02-04T13:18:00.000-08:00

I hope by now you all know the story about the shoe maker and the elves that would make shoes at night to help him. The shoe maker could not make ends meet so the little buggers cobbled shoes together and voila...in the morning the guy had merchandise to sell. He'd always wonder how he would make these shoes in his sleep.The other day at work I was asked to do something only to find I'd done it

The Future Blows My Mind

2006-01-28T14:51:00.000-08:00

Arthur C. Clarke said,Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.So if you were to take a time machine to the dark ages and hand them an iPod they would worship it as a magical singing talisman way after the batteries ran out.This, of course, after they burn you at the stake for being a witch.

Lifers

2006-01-28T13:38:00.000-08:00

I worked as a carpet cleaner in 2000, during what I lovingly refer to as my lost year. I quit school, and had to fend for myself. A friend suggested carpet cleaning because it paid really well. He had applied and thought it'd be great if I worked there too. Only he didn't get hired and I did. I was excited because of all the money I stood to make, and unlike everyone else working there I had no

Hypno Bedhead and his Cabinet of Curiosities

2006-01-27T13:38:00.000-08:00

"I feel as though I am in some sort of cocoon right at the moment. What will come out of it? I don't know, but whatever it is, I hope it has big effing teeth.The better to bite people with."That's my mantra for the moment. Although I don't repeat it over and over again. I write it on every little scrap of paper, cocktail napkin, post it note, etc. I do this all the time, I latch onto a phrase

Can't See the Forest for the Trees.

2006-01-26T23:30:00.000-08:00

A homeless girl approached me at the train station. Her eyes were glassy and she was missing her front teeth. She looked like someone had dropped a third world orphan in the city. "Excuse me?" she said. "No," I said. "You don't even know what I was gonna ask." I said to her, "You were gonna ask me for 30 cents." She looked at me, shocked, like I looked into her most private hell and

Wisdom Teeth/Little Gray Men Connection

2006-01-22T11:56:00.000-08:00

Wisdom teeth are so called because they come so late in life. The term probably comes from the time when to be twenty-five was to be oldest bastard in the tribe. Back in the days before regular flossing and brushing, wisdom teeth came in handy in case your others rotted away. Nowadays, not so useful. Mine were coming in impacted, which in this case means my wisdom teeth were coming in sideways

First Things First

2005-12-18T21:58:00.000-08:00

The first thing I remember, and I mean the first absolutely for certain thing I remember, was waking up one morning all of two years old and not remembering a single thing that had happened the day before, or the the day before that, or any day for that matter. I just sat up on my bed completely aware of my lack of memory. I remember staying like that for at least five minutes, as if by sitting