Oh well, t'was nice knowing you.

Sure, you think the creeps are creepy, but does it cause a psychosomatic reaction with you? Does your head swirl as if you're about to faint? Do you feel nauseous? Do you start to perspire? Do you feel perplexed and unable to move?

These are just some of the things you must feel in order to qualify as an arachnophobe. Believe me, I have talked to a PROFESSIONAL about this who confirmed that I was one, but who also said that the term 'arachnophobic' is over-used and is actually a very SPECIFIC disorder.

Well, that was today's psychoanalysis.

Ergo: I think I AM a true arachnophobe.

IFUKUBE ROCKS!

Look for Mr. Ifukube's stuff in all the usual spots, I guess. As well: It makes me ill to recommend this pair of albums which I hate, but GNP/Crescendo DID issue two volumes of "Best of Godzilla" (really just American repackagings of minor Japanese albums). I don't think this is necessarily the best introduction to his work, or that of the other composers who also toiled on the series. I guess I'm not recommending them at all. Please don't buy them. (Under separate cover I might even tell you why ELSE I despise those particular releases, but it would require language not fit for a family board.)

Would that I had a CDR burner ... I'd run you off LITTLE PRINCE & THE 8-HEADED DRAGON posthaste. That's possibly the most happily accessible, and musically various, score to start with. I burned one for old Hatfield a couple months back (with the assistance of the estimable Brad Wills).

Re: arachnophobia: my roommate is talking very seriously about laying in some scorpions. He wants three. Black Emperor Scorpions. Three of them. Three. As pets. Three. EMPEROR scorpions. In the house. Well, at least we're moving to a bigger place next week: he can put the damn things in HIS room and with any luck, I won't have to lay eyes on them EVER.

(and yes, he's making noises about getting a new tarantula as well ... why did I move down here? why? why?? WHY???)

Have fun with the scorpions.

I moved down here because it was time for a change of scenery. I stayed in my parents' home in New York for five years, longer than I've stayed ANY one place in my adult life, because my father was ill. Now he's dead. Mom doesn't need me to stay home. My good friend whom I've referred to as "roomie" was relocating down here already. I always meant to collaborate with him on movie projects. It just seemed to make sense (it's cheaper to split rent than to pay for those long-distance calls). And so far so good. Except for the damned arachnids he wants to lay in. (In fairness, he did say that if it would absolutely KILL ME to have them under the same roof, he wouldn't pick any up; but, as long as he tends to them in his own part of the house, I guess I have no real reason to object. I'll have to make sure to install a deadbolt on my bedroom door however, to make ABSOLUTELY SURE he doesn't take it into his head to wake me up in some novel fashion, one morning or another.)

Rocco, you best be careful, there cockroaches that are between 1 and 2 inches long. And they're armored. They don't fly or move fast, but they are scary looking!

Post me some o'them Bugs your H', my Spidey's getting hungry