Shaving Mark Twain

I think the title of this post would make a good title for a book. Or possibly an indie movie. It references something familiar, but puts a new twist on it. There was a movie about 14 years ago that did the same thing: Wrestling Ernest Hemingway. I think it starred Sandra Bullock before she took that hit of Speed that launched her career. Anyway, I've long admired that title -- Wrestling Ernest Hemingway. It's hefty. It has weight.

Personally, I'd like to wrestle Ernest Hemingway. I'd even wrestle him when he was in his prime. You see, he wouldn't be up to date as far as modern day wrestling tactics. He'd be busy trying to grapple with me and what not, old school, and meanwhile all I'd be doing would be trying to get him to turn his back so I could whack him with a steel chair. Ernest Hemingway wouldn't be expecting that! And after I whacked him with that chair, I'd roll him up for a quick three-count. Then I would be the greatest writer in the world. And thirty years from now people would want to wrestle me.

That's how it goes in this world.

Songs for the day: #151 -- 'Mama Told Me Not To Come' by Three Dog Night (but written by Randy Newman), #152 -- 'Political Science' by Randy Newman and...#153 -- 'Live Forever' by Oasis and #154 -- 'Don't Come Around Here No More' by Tom Petty.