Male Auditory Orifice Mutilation
This week I've been tempted to re-enact famed scenes from Reservoir Dogs, Lust for Life and Nove Cento. Okay, I'd forgotten that ear cutting scene in Novecento until buying it over the weekend and have yet to get past hour three or four. How many more to go. Some time I will get the energy to watch it sandwiched in between The Leopard and The Best of Youth. Better yet, once I get past this tax season I'll just spend a season in Umbria and learn about all that history first hand. I'm overdue to spend some time with an Italian peasant with a jug of wine and Ecuadorean cheese in a hay loft. Preferably on on top of an alpaca blanket.
In the meantime, the scenes I've been threatening to re-enact come from a two day ear infection that have made me want to cut away the flesh until there's nothing left to be clogged. Unfortunately I don't have any unrequited love to whom to mail the evidence. Well, at least none that I'll admit to here in print.