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Post by Charles on Oct 19, 2007 16:37:26 GMT -5
Phil, where did you get your current avatar? I don't remember having seen it before . . . anywhere.
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Post by phil on Oct 19, 2007 19:33:48 GMT -5
It's among that last batch in 'some photos' (from winona-ryder.org) that I didn't post.
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Post by Charles on Oct 22, 2007 21:02:19 GMT -5
Wow!
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Post by bigdaddy on Nov 20, 2007 4:48:45 GMT -5
A WARM NOVEMBER IN CALIFORNIA
You are driving the car. Your passenger is Winona Ryder. It's after breakfast. The two of you found a nice little Mom and Pop diner that served beautiful pancakes and eggs for breakfast. Winona was able to resist the eggs and bacon, (she IS a vegetarian), but she broke down over the pancakes and the different special syrups they had..when something on a menu REALLY gets under her skin, she crinkles her eyes in JUST a certain way...and the imported English syrup, you knew, would do the trick. She apologizes for last night, and you dismiss it like it was nothing. You tell her she had a bad dream and sat up in bed and screamed. No big deal. You've heard it before. That makes sense to her, and she asks where the two of you are going again. You tell her about the comic book haul up north. Some kid had bought comic books with his allowance and his father would take them away. Thing was, the kid kept buying them, and the father would keep taking them away when he found them, in the hope that ONE day, the kid would realize what a WASTE of time and money they were, and would light the match on them himself. Winona is already starting to softly laugh. She has a big grin, and leans her head back into the seat, then turns to look at you to hear the rest of the story. Good. You tell her the father is dead now, the kid moved away, and a whole box of perfectly perserved comic books was found for practically nothing at an estate auction last week. Now her big brown eyes are drinking in every detail of you and your story. That family urge to examine antiques she got from Dad is kicking in. This will be fun for her. Another good thing. The end of November/beginning of December has never been a great time for her. She told you part of it one night in the summer after a stay in a Holiday Inn. She had gone down with you to the pool, but pretty much stayed out. Later on, she woke up screaming, and it gave you the willies. It was like she was heading into a wall at 90 and couldn't stop the car. She had cried in your arms. You couldn't believe how tight her whole body was..how tense. You rubbed her back, made the shoulders go away from the ears and massaged the muscles away from rigid terror. You worked on her for ten minutes. Maybe more. When people scream out in terror like she did, you don't keep track of the time. "It was a bad shoot.." she started out, to no one in particular." Everyone has heard about how I screwed up my leg...my knee, and how the pain got worse and how...well...I wasn't the only one...Ron Perlman took a hit and was knocked out and could have died. "The director was French and needed a translator. And the budget was cut SO much...I hated that tank and sitting in it and the way it brought back the memories...the way water can MENACE when you have lost your bearings in it and you are SURE, totally SURE you are going to drown next...it all came back..we got got sick and depressed..." You speculate that going to the pool at Holiday Inn brought back some of the memories. You tell her to open the glove compartment...there are some cassette tapes in there... She looks at you. Not sure what to make of this. "Hey, it's a rental and we got stuck with a cassette deck from the fleet...but in honor of the season, I have some stuff..we have THE PHIL SPECTOR CHRISTMAS ALBUM...and THE VENTURES CHRISTMAS ALBUM. She glances over like you just cut wind. "Oh, come on...TRY The Ventures...they do Chrismtas stuff like rock and roll..so you have them doing a TEQUILLA arrangement to FROSTY THE SNOWMAN.." She laughs out loud at the thought and slaps it in. Soon you have Winona Ryder in the front seat, laughing and doing air guitar and making guitar noises with her mouth. ************************************ It was a good day. Winona found a Gold Key STAR TREK in nearly mint shape for her brother's Christmas present. The two of you are in a Marriot for the night. You'll drive back in the morning. You are laying in bed and you feel her tiny hands on your shoulders. She is trying to rub YOUR shoulders now, return the favor. It's a signal. Sometimes she tries to help, to repay, to take away her own pain. You turn to her, hold her. "What's up???" She's been crying in the dark. Silently. "It's complicated..this time of year.." you hear her say."Polly. You always remember her just before Christmas..you see a DVD of LITTLE WOMEN..you think of Polly. It was ugly and brutal." You can hear her swallow. Your fingers stroke her face in the dark and trace the line on the checkbones. You brush away the tears with the flat of your hand. You have nothing witty or intelligent to say, nothing that will take away this. You hold her and she sort of startles, and you realize your tears are dripping on her shoulder. But you feel her back snuggle into your chest, and she murmurs a thank you for the day...and you swear you can hear those eyes close. "Thank you for letting me own those feelings." she says in the dark at a half whisper. You don't fully understand what that means, but you put your hands on her hips and snuggle into her neck.
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Post by imayne on Nov 20, 2007 4:55:49 GMT -5
Interesting read...but why the second person perspective?
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Post by bigdaddy on Nov 20, 2007 5:36:29 GMT -5
I wanted the immediate nature of the relationship..how you never really know what the partner is thinking, no matter how long you are with them...the partnership of trying to make it work and trying to figure out how best to support them but not smother or presume to solve stuff for them..we all know Ryder...every fact, but who among us hasn't wondered how we would react if we were in a relationship? that was the headlong feeling i was trying for...what you would do, say, feel..if she was beside you, in bed, softly crying in the dawn..or how you would handle it if she did wake up screaming in the middle of the night...her sleep problems are legendary...how do you deal with it when you both have to wake up in the morning?
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Post by ilovewinona on Nov 20, 2007 7:20:36 GMT -5
Great story, as usual, BigDaddy. ----- I'm sure any self-respecting male fan of Winona would comfort her as much as he possibly could as in your story. ----- Your story is the kind of reading that my "dreams" are made of. And I've had plenty of nice dreams about Winona. ----- But sharing massages ----- Getting to be that close to Winona Ryder could lead to a heart attack at my age. ----- Rusty
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Post by Charles on Nov 20, 2007 18:06:40 GMT -5
Great story, Big D . . . it occurs to me that usually Winona appears in the various vignettes as a somewhat distant, unattainable person. Here she is accessible and intimate. A breathtaking evolution . . .
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Post by phil on Nov 20, 2007 21:02:46 GMT -5
Sheer magnificence, big d. Thank you.
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Post by bigdaddy on Nov 21, 2007 4:16:06 GMT -5
A WARM NOVEMBER IN L.A. (II)
You both sleep in late and get some food on the road. Waffles. Big fluffy waffles at this place that plays retro cartoons like Woody Woodpecker. Winona is warm and pale and smiling. She's wearing a white t shirt with a movie poster on it and holds your hand and gets slightly narrow eyed while she looks at the menu. It 's her version of licking her lips. Those big brown eyes focus laser beam style on something and you know she's imagining the waffles and syrup melting in her mouth. She puts in the order, you go and get the papers. Times, Trib, and the tabs. Back at the table, she's got her coffee topped off, and her eyes sparkle. A good newspaper and fresh joe. You lose your heart to her all over again as you watch her enjoy simple pleasures so deeply. You decide to bring up her comment from last night. What did it mean? "When you're seen as beautiful and you're succesfull and a woman, you get people who don't want you to have probs. They think you should be happy all the time or try and solve it for you. You didn't do that. You accepted my hang ups with the rest of me. That's what I meant." You gave her the tabs first, as a diversion...and now you make a play for the New York Times book section. You start to inch it casually from the pile, and you're almost certain you're home free... SLAM!! Her hand comes down on top of the newsprint and her eyes lock with yours. She has not been fooled. But she has a big grin on her face and her eyes are wide and happy. She can afford to be. Every Sunday morning, you make a play for the Times book section before she gets it, and every time she nails you. You laugh out loud. You are still shut out in the game of Take Away. You run your fingertips slowly from inner aspect of the elbow to the knuckles of her right hand on top of the book section, feeling the smooth skin, the cool paleness of her. Watching her slightly flinch as you touch her softer still and send shivers up her spine. She makes an almost inaudible sound in the back of her throat. Now it's your turn to smile. That emotional intensity cuts both ways. "...I'll be through the book section in a couple of seconds..stop trying for it.." You take your hand back from the newspaper and tell her how good she is.. Winona Ryder smiles contentedly with a wide wide smile. And compliments the waitress on how good the coffee is.
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Post by ilovewinona on Nov 21, 2007 6:56:33 GMT -5
Some more very good fiction BigDaddy. I enjoyed reading it, but you're torturing me in my imagining my being in the story. You had Winona wearing a white T-shirt with a movie poster on it. ----- Well just two days ago I wore one of my new T-shirts from my collection with the poster of the soon to be released movie "Sex and Death 101" on it. ----- It makes me wonder what Winona would really think about a fan who has created so many works-of-art of her on T-shirts. Here is the entire poster that is on my new T-shirt. -------------------------- Thanks to vulcannonibird. The poster makes one very beautiful T-shirt image of Winona's upcoming movie. ----- Rusty
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Post by imayne on Nov 21, 2007 19:18:16 GMT -5
The poster looks pretty fake, wouldn't it be "Sex und Tod 101" if it was in German?
Besides, why the DVD label in the bottom left hand corner? This is obviously the cover of a bootleg DVD, not a poster. See, i told you this movie would see its first appearance on a large scale of bootlegs first...
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Post by ilovewinona on Nov 22, 2007 4:29:16 GMT -5
Besides, why the DVD label in the bottom left hand corner? This is obviously the cover of a bootleg DVD, not a poster. ------ Yes I just noticed the DVD logo on the picture after you mentioned it. Maybe it is the future cover of the DVD case already made to go when the movie is released on DVD, but anyway it still makes one hell of a great image on a T-shirt. ----- bootleg DVD or not. ----- Rusty
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Post by bigdaddy on Nov 22, 2007 12:04:34 GMT -5
..wow...there was a DVD logo in the corner.. seriously...never NOTICED that until you pointed it out.... and now, back to that skin, hair and black outfit...and those deep deep eyes.
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Post by imayne on Nov 22, 2007 12:37:52 GMT -5
..wow...there was a DVD logo in the corner.. seriously...never NOTICED that until you pointed it out.... and now, back to that skin, hair and black outfit...and those deep deep eyes. I just notice these things. Professor of mine says he will VOUCH for me if I ever decided to join the secret service. Maybe he has a point, I dunno. Think about it, aren't you glad that thankfully I am not in the German Secret Service, or else they'd have busted an entire bootleggers' ring by now?
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