Suppose we never met

Had some crazy dreams the other night. In one of them I dreamt that I was back in college, circa 1995, and I had the knowledge that I have now. But I was sad because I didn't have Sara there with me, and I knew she was out there somewhere, probably in Ohio, and I knew it would be a very long time before we met, if we even met at all. I was thinking that every little move I made, every step I took, and every person I met from that point would eventually lead me to her. And every decision that she made from that point would lead her to me. It is all too crazy, too delicate to mess with; this strange path of time that we live and follow in. What if I went to a different school? What if I had different friends, made different choices? I would certainly not be where I am now. I like where I am now, and the only reason I got here was because I made these inherent choices--I was carefully plotting out my life and didn't even know it!
I suppose this can be said about a great many thing in everyone's life. I mean, who the hell knows where they're going to end up in 20 years? Maybe some people out there knew where they were going to be, I can only think of one ambitious friend of mine, but really, what’s the fun it that? Knowing exactly where life will lead you?? I'm not a person who is obsessed with destiny and fate, but I can't ignore the fact that the smallest of choices and steps that you make will eventually lead you into a good, bad, or indifferent future.
I know I have not made the most perfect choices (who does, except for this one little feller I know who thinks he always makes the perfect choices) but I do know that I'm here now, relatively healthy, still somewhat young, and married to the person whom I plan to spend the rest of my life with. Sounds corny, yeah, but I like it and I love Sara. A life without her would have been a bad future. Small decisions sometimes lead to bigger events.

Further Bigfoot research

Funny, the title I just gave this blog entry reminds me of an album by a Southern California band called Further. The band is long gone, and I don't think that you can even buy their albums in stores anymore. We're talking ancient times here, like 1994-1995! Ok, well, that was stupid, but I do believe that the band Further released and album called "Griptape" and on the cover was a fuzzy, blurred out image of a boy with a rifle confronting a Bigfoot type creature, which was sorta looming there in front of him. The photo looked like it was lifted from a video image. It occurred to me right when I saw it--I knew exactly where this image was taken from! It was from one of the greatest Sasquatch/Bigfoot films ever made: The Legend of Boggy Creek. There is a scene in the film where an unsuspecting, Opie-esque young boy takes off into the woods with a small caliber rifle to go do some rabbit hunting or something. Traveling deeper into the Faulk Arkansas woods, he is suddenly surprised when a hulking Bigfoot appears, seemingly out of nowhere, and towers menacingly in front of the kid. I think the kid managed to fire off a couple of shots as he ran, terrified, from the Bigfoot. I'm sure the feeble bullets just bounced off the creature's fur. You can't damage a Bigfoot with a puny .22 caliber rifle, Ha! Nonetheless, the creature let out a blood-curdling howl (for cinematic effect, I'm sure).
If I ever find that album again I going to buy it. Further was a decent band, very lo-fi, but with a sort of charming early Dino Jr./Sebadoh kind of feel. I already own a VHS copy of The Legend of Boggy Creek. On Feb 4, 2006 I along with good pal, Matt Pamatmat, and a host of friends will watch another '70s classic Bigfoot related film...er....TV show: The Six Million Dollar Man and the Secret of the Bigfoot. I recall seeing this a very loooong time ago on TV. I haven't seen it since, and I recently ordered a copy of it on DVD. Suffice to say, it will be extremely campy and goofy, complete with bionic sound effects and everything. I believe Steve Austin actually fights with a Bigfoot. I can't wait to see it. Just another stop along the long route to complete, campy, 1970s Bigfoot discovery. Alright then.