Courtesy of Tavis, here's a collection of those trippy "1-2-3-4-5, 6-7-8-9-10, 11-12" shorts from Sesame Street, nicely stitched-together. Not only does the soundtrack contain porn-ish soul music from the '70s, but the "psychedelic factor" on this thing is off the charts. I don't think you could come up with trippier stuff if you licked a sheet of LSD like a lollipop. The clip associated with one of the numbers (3, I think) contains a steel-drum soundtrack which I probably haven't heard in over 20 years, yet was incredibly familiar. One word: "scrumtrilescent."
I finally got around to watching I Heart Huckabees today, after a long time of having the movie in my possession. It's sort of a "Analyze This" crossed with "A Life Aquatic;" I'm going on speculation for the former movie, as I've never seen it, but it definitely is whimsical enough (in places) to compare with the latter. My cousin Jude does a good job covering up his English accent, and I've always been a big Lily Tomlin fan. A nice bonus was Tippi Hedren (who played the lead in Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds). All in all, a goodly-fun time.
Goodly-fun movies should make the viewer think, though, and this one got my brain a-rollin'. I'll spare you the details; the conclusion is that the universe basically unfolds as it should. If you're trying to force something and it's not working, you probably shouldn't be doing that in the first place, so quit trying to jam a square peg into a round hole. Just be content with who and what you are; other people will evaluate you and either give you a thumbs-up or a thumbs-down. If it's a "nay" (as opposed to a "yea"), just accept that that's how things are, and don't let it trouble you too much. You might as well just be simple and transparent. It's easier that way.
Since coming to these compound conclusions (which may well sound like a load of gibberish), I've felt more content than I have in a long, long time. Seriously, I probably shouldn't operate heavy machinery, I'm that relaxed.
On a completely unrelated note, I love digestive cookies. They're awesome. They rock my socks. And they're kosher! (Not that it matters to me. But it might to some.) Why do I only buy them once in a blue moon?