Every time we say goodbye, I die ... a little Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why ... a little. Why the gods above me, who must be in the know, think so little of me, they allow you to go. When you're near there's such an air of spring about it. I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it. There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor. Every time ... we say goodbye. Every single time we say goodbye. I woke up this morning singing. Singing Cole Porter's "Every Time We Say Goodbye." I'd heard it before, on various occasions, and now we are performing it in choir and ... every time I sing it, it reminds me of that Michael Keaton film ... My Life is a very good film - it humbles you. Humbles you greatly. At least ... I think that's the film he sang it in. I saw many Michael Keaton films my senior year of high school. Could have been Jack Frost ... which is also a very humbling movie ... but not as much as My Life. Yes ... I think is was Jack Frost, actually ... Been a long while since I'd seen either of them. Funny how he dies in both movies. Michael Keaton is an exceptional actor ... he needs to do more, I think. I miss him; I wish he would start working on a new film or something, yet at the same time I believe he deserves this time off. And he will always be Batman. Always. No one, not George Clooney, not Val Kilmer - and no - I know a lot of people might get pissed off that I say this - but not even Adam WEST can compare to the greatest Batman/Bruce Wayne of all time ... Mr. Michael Keaton. I think the last film he did was A Shot At Glory ... and that kicked ass. Michael Keaton and Robert Duvall? You can't go wrong, my friends. Well ... Live from Baghdad was phenomenal as well - yeah, that counts as a film, even though it was made for HBO. Desperate Measures kicked ass, too. However ... I don't know WHAT he was thinking when he did Multiplicity ... Yeah, I'm on a bit of a Michael Keaton kick today. In high school, we had to watch both My Life and Mr. Mom in senior Psychology. Mr. Mom for all of the defense mechanisms. And My Life for grief, death, that sort of thing. The whole denial, anger, acceptance ... etc. That, and I think my teacher was obsessed with him. I guess ... I'm a fan ... I'm not all that obsessed, but just thinking about that one song makes me want to watch some of his films and ... whatnot - and also look him up to see if he's doing anything new. Since I still don't have internet or cable, I think I'll hunt down my Batman video and watch that ... get my Keaton fix. And I'll get even more of a Keaton fix by watching Buster in The General. And Diane in The Godfather. Yes ... I just need something to occupy my sanity until 8:30 tonight ... so I can talk to Lindsay and be happy. Always smile when I talk to Lindsay. She just does that to me. It's been fairly stormy here these past few days ... so, no, I haven't been able to see Mars due to clouds but ... I'm not too terribly crushed about it. Though it was rather suspicious how that severe thunderstorm just popped out of nowhere right over my town ... and a few of the neighboring counties had tornado warnings and ... yyyyeeeeaaahhhh ... that was delightful. Happened for a reason, I think. I, personally, thought it was just another severe thunderstorm - we get those often here, you know ... and yes, we went across the street to the college to hang out in the basement because, well, it was pretty bad. It was routine and all, nothing out of the ordinary. No tornado sirens going off or anything. But the next day, the paper publishes something on the front page about "Storm causes 45 minutes of chaos" ... Oh ... it did? I must have missed that. The city newspaper sucks anyway. They think that something small is something big and something big is something small ... I don't even subscribe to the paper - I just get them for free at the college. Except on Sundays ... And after I'm done reading them, they make wonderful sailboats, hats, and scraps for paper meche. Not that I ... do that very often. *ahem* And the dumbest people write in to the editorial section ... as I have written about in previous entries. This only fuels my knowledge that many people are just plain stupid. I'm done talking for now ... sorry this entry was not up to par and ... whatnot. But Batman calls to me. Blessed be. P.S. Ever heard the saying "happy as a clam?" ... how do we know that clams are happy? How are we able to communicate with them? I'm curious ... Who came up with that saying anyway?