Has the world changed, or have I changed?

I've never asked myself this question more than tonight.

Love yuh, Moz. You Devil.

The days turned cold again, they did
a fortnight it's been, and then
    i saw you
at winter's door, you are
but, such beauty
it won't fade with the passage of time...

I love you Morrissey.

Ok, DD was moving.

How is everyone? How are you, Mr Note and H.L.? I still miss Morrissey and you all too. Don't be strangers; I'm strange enough already (but in a good way, ahem).

When the wind died down and the sky became clear, I looked into the still waters of Lake Ponchartrain and saw the future of man. Or maybe not...

Ah, yours in craziness, (ain't it grand?)

DD

Well, I do.

I miss Morrissey.

Wah!

I want him to go on tour again, or at least do a few gigs. I don't even care where on the planet they are, for god's sake, as long as I have a month or even two to prepare for them.
(Has that stopped me before? Uh, well... no.)

Does anyone else miss Morrissey? As silly as it sounds, this is as long as I've gone in nearly a year without seeing him.

I think a book must be in there somewhere, or at least an article: How Seeing Someone Regularly in Person, Even if You Don't Technically Know Them, Feels Like a Drug, and, When Taken Away, Leads to Feelings of Loss and Longing. (What a loooong title, yes!)
  ok.

(I'm getting ready to go into my Donald Rumsfeld Q&A style again, so be warned.)
So, yes, I miss him terribly.
Is is quite pathetic? Maybe.
Is it the truth? Yes.
Have my friends and family heard all that they can bear about it? Nearly.

Come back Moz!

Sigh.

DD

Let me preface this by saying this will probably never happen.

IF it does, I will proceed to (enthusiastically, and with quite the reckless abandon called for) endeavouring to eat my hat. (Presumably I will have gotten one by then.)

DD's dream lineup:

Moz: Dressed as though he has just come out of a video from the "Your Arsenal" era, preferably the "Tomorrow" video. (Was there another from this era? Ok.)

Boz: Anything Boz does is a-ok with me. Within reason. Ok, without reason.

Boz's wife: Taking the place of Gary on bass. Yes, it would be cool. Trust DD. The Rabbit told me. (See, I had to get one little indulgent Rabbit reference in there. I did, so we shall carry on.)

Alain: His only role will be playing that sit-down guitar thing. He will also look very handsome in spite of himself.

JOHNNY MARR: He will be playing rhythm guitar. He will also fix his hair properly, and he will no longer look as though he is wearing a wig from a "Columbo: Las Vegas" costume.
Moreover, he will also be very contrite and do whatever the hell Boz tells him to. Dammit.

Fill in the name of any competent drummer here: Drums. I have no favourites. I am not picky. Well, not very.
Well...

They will proceed to play a 29 song set, consisting of - but obviously not limited to - Oscillate Wildly, where Moz is forced to whip himself and the ground/stage with the mic cable 2,746.643 times (See? I told you I wasn't picky); Heaven Knows I'm Not Miserable Now Since I've Got a Jag (Johnny will mime the changed lyrics as well); followed by a rousing renditition of Morrissey singing one of Johnny's well-meaning, but very extraordinarily lame-arsed solo songs, preferably that "Quarry" one. (As if to say to Johnny: "See? That's how you sing a $^%#&**@!# pop song!!!)

I will then rest well.
And sink further down the Rabbit hole. (ANOTHER one!)

Yours in insanity, fantasy, and reality (and... daydreaming?!? Well, methinks...yes. Always),

Again, I will say it - I have no idea what all of this means.

The Rabbit knows... (I think.)

DD

Well, at least my neighbour thinks so. He is of the opinion that I am getting my 'days and nights mixed up' with ever-increasing and alarming frequency.

Apparently, this is how the young of the species organise their sleep patterns.

This may all be true, but lately I've found it quite fun to do so. But more importantly, does it even matter?
You only live once, right?

Or do you?

As we have said before, the Rabbit knows. (At least, at this point, he sure as hell better! Pardon.)

Which brings me to the "Darko Musing of the Day." Ok, it doesn't really bring me to it, but it was a nice segue nonetheless. (And, what the hell is up with people spelling it 'segueway' here lately?)

(FYI: A "Darko Musing of the Day" is a random, somewhat inconsequential thought spun into a full-fledged mull-over for mine, and your, amusement, enlightenment, and cheap entertainment needs.)

So, as I was saying (ok, as I'm saying now), when I was in grammar school, I was a fairly decent student. However, I had quite a traumatic experience early on. Keep in mind I was raised by and with a lion's share of Brits. A good thing, yes, but when you witness the injustices wrought, then - well, okay, I'll shut up and let you read.

I'll set the scene: 9 years old, Spelling Bee, young Donnie Darko in a dead heat with two other children for the title. I will never, ever forget the word: defence. Or, is it defense?

I believe it to be the former. I was raised using the British English spellings of words. I read Dickens and various other English chapter books from the time I was a not-so-tender 5 years of age.

(To this day, I can stomach "traumatize" instead of "traumatise" - in fact, I am partial to the 'z's in some cases. However, I can never, ever stand for the dropped 'u's. I've fought it and tried to accept it my entire adult life, to no avail! The word is humour, people! Colourful, humourous behaviour will be your saviour! But I digress...)

So how did young DD answer when it came to be the time to spell the wretched word? Yep, you guessed it: the proper way. I was disqualified from the Bee because that's not how it was on the 'sheet'! Who or what the hell gave that 'sheet' the authority? Huh?!? (Ok, I'll calm down. Sorry, flashbacks of lost grammar-school glory. Yeah, we all know how those are.)

I think I have lost the point here, hmmm... Well, the point I was trying to make is this, the DD Musing of the Day/Week. Pay close attention, and ponder - muse, if you will:

How and when did the American settlers decide, "Hey! I know! Let's just arbitrarily pick some letters, change them across the board, and for no no particular reason! Hey Jebediah, what do you think of changing 's' to 'z' and dropping all the 'u's that come between 'o' and 'r'?"
"Okay, Ezekiel, let the butchering and random letter placements begin!" (They immediately drop their pitchforks and begin high-fiving, gleefully.)

Ezekiel was definitely in favour, yes, and Jebediah, not wanting to upset the ole proverbial and literal apple cart, followed.

Did this really happen? Probably not. Did something similar happen? Yes. Again, am I ole Rummy Field, asking questions and then answering them himself? No.

Zeke and Jeb did mess up the language. Surely I'm not the only person rattled by this?

I just may be.

The Rabbit knows. He knows why the settlers arbitrarily changed the letters. He must!

So in the vernacular of the peasantry (ever see the Wizard of Oz? No? Me neither! But I heard they use that phrase in there somewhere), get crackin', journal readers! Surely someone out there knows how to contact the Rabbit! (Or at least speak his language...)

If anyone is taking me seriously, I want you to go and take some pills - any kind will do - and lie down.

Or, call the Pentagon.

Which is the Truth?

Does anyone know? Does anyone really care?

Does anyone realise that I'm joking, yet I'm actually serious?

Does anyone realise what it feels like to be trapped in a vortex of American English when one was raised on British English?

Does anyone realise this probably won't seem quite as vitally important when contemplated at any other arbitrarily picked moment in time?

And finally, does everyone realise that I am making an attempt at tongue-in-cheek humour?

The Rabbit does. (Oh hell, maybe he doesn't. He might just be some hired-hand 'extra' dressed up in a rent-a-bunny outfit! Damn.)

Perhaps more importantly, are you laughing, hysterically, completely unawares as to the state of your phyical surroundings, culminating in the near-loss of control of certain biological goings-on?

If so, then, WHY? Well, as long as it's not from my somber, battle-cry of a post, then I have done my job.

The Rabbit (even in his rented suit) knows.

DD

This is an interesting place.

It's filled with intrigue, suspense, and there's no shortage of venom.

I went to the discussion forum, where the people talk in real time. I witnessed people I've never met, arguing with people they've never met, about things I've never heard of. I cannot figure out the importance therein. While I ascertained a certain amount of entertainment value - possibly more than the slashdot discussions, I wonder - why would people argue with strangers about things of no importance? How can I get in on the action? Do I want to?

I do not know, but the Rabbit does.

I like these journals. Maybe they will lead to the ultimate truth, after all. Are we living alongside ourselves in another parallel universe?

Is it possible to get caught in a time vortex and go all the way back to the beginning?

I think it may be.

The Rabbit knows. (Does anyone know how to contact him, other than being graced with his presence alongside you in a darkened movie house? I do not.)

As bobmozza affirmed, I am not Donald Rumsfeld. However, I think he may be stuck in a time warp. At least he needs to be.

What is the correlation of using a Tears For Fears song in my movie? Is THAT the answer to everything? Maybe. Does the fact that the Tears For Fears song sounds better in that movie than it ever did anywhere else have some key to the mystery hidden in it? That one thing is for us to decide, surely.

Do I make any sense? No. Did I ever? I don't think so.

Is this boring? I hope not. Donnie Darko must never get caught in the fatalist trap of monotony.

DD

So, was it a time warp?

Is that how the world goes?

I think it just may be.

(The rabbit knows.)

If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't be alarmed. You must, in order to be one of the enlightened ones, see the movie "Donnie Darko."

I hope this explains my name to everyone who was going to feel the need to ask.

The journey begins here.

I wonder if Morrissey likes Donnie Darko? The movie, I mean, not me.

Everyone should watch it! Why? It is the answer to everything. Am I joking? I'm not sure. Am I Donald Rumsfeld, who is famous for asking questions and then answering them himself? No. I'm sure of that, at least.

I'll be taking questions if anyone has the urge to ask them.

DD