the secret life of Lance Manion
(Originally posted 7/9/2018. I feel another journey coming on…)
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
Or a remote control… if you’re dumb enough to let movies start you off.
Maybe for you it’s songs on the radio or overheard conversations. Maybe you’ll never take that first step and maybe you’ll be better off that way.
I’ve been gone in the same place for too long so now I’m going to be gone in a lot of places. I don’t suspect travel and “alone time” is the cure but I know that sitting in the same spot waiting for change won’t do it.
I don’t want to find the “real” Lance Manion because I’m pretty sure he’s an idiot. I want to find a better version of myself if he exists.
And it’s not as a writer, believe you me. If you’ve read anything I’ve written you’ll know that I’m not a writer. This journey I’m going on will definitely not make me a better writer because the truth is I don’t give a shit about writing. I think that I started for the same reason that NASA included the Golden Records on the Voyager spacecrafts. As Carl Sagan said; “launching of this ‘bottle’ into the cosmic ‘ocean’ says something very hopeful about life on this planet.”
But nothing came of it, hope without effort is just a narcotic, so I’m heading out to try and find intelligent life myself before I get too old and whatever stories result from it are guaranteed to be just as random and dumb as they’ve ever been.
Or maybe not.
I just have this feeling things are going to change.
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
So dear readers, you collection of pervs and crazy people (who I truly appreciate), this is not some goodbye. Just keeping you updated. The new book may or may not come out. I know that nobody really cares and the reason is that it’s not really very good. Just pointless babbling written down really.
I think I make a better reader than writer. I can appreciate a film much better than I can make one and I can find deep meaning in a song despite not being able to sing a note myself. Perhaps I’ve already skipped ahead to the ending of this little journey I’m about to go on.
Time will tell.
I just want to be moved.
past tense: moved; past participle: moved
go in a specified direction or manner; change position.
change or cause to change from one state, opinion, sphere, or activity to another.
make progress; develop in a particular manner or direction.
spend one’s time or be socially active in (a particular sphere) or among (a particular group of people).
propose for discussion and resolution at a meeting or legislative assembly.
empty (one’s bowels).
If I tell you the movies I saw that inspired this change you might be able to connect the dots but in the end this website has always been more about you finding your own movies, your own path, and getting you started down it.
And, of course, a safe place to laugh about boobs.
I’ll let you know how it’s going.