Had no plan upon waking yesterday, the day after Thanksgiving. Luckily, I wasn’t bogged down with tryptophan as I don’t eat turkey and only had the one meal of the day anyhow so didn’t gorge myself. The only reason I even ate desert was to have real whipped cream atop the Michele’s Pies I picked up for the dinner – one pumpkin and one apple cranberry crumble. Michele’s pies are made with love and her crusts are out of this world.

What heaven to lay in bed with no plans and do whatever popped up. I watched some Alex Jones stuff – his show this week was on “Climategate” – emails leaked by hackers between the UN and top universities stating numbers were cooked to support global warming when, in fact, the temperatures are cooling. Hello?! Any freakin’ idiot can tell every year it gets colder and colder. I miss the hot summer days and long for those warm summer nights. The scam behind the global warmer is supposedly for TPB (the Powers that Be) to be able to tax carbon emissions, yet another way to control the masses and transfer wealth. That’s what the upcoming Copenhagen meeting is supposed to be about. A further step towards global governance and a way to tax the masses, but I digress from my lovely morning lounging.

I always enjoy driving into the city to catch the latest indie flicks at the Angelika so pulled up their website to see what was playing. There was to be a talk after the Private Lives of Pippa Lee with Keanu Reeves and the producer (?), which intrigued me. I have always thought Keanu Reeves knows more than the average person about the reality of life based on the choices he makes in movie roles, so was kinda interested in going to read his energy in person. I bought a ticket for the 7:25 show and figured I’d decide later whether to actually go. When I saw parts of it were filmed in New Milford, a town in which I used to live after moving from Venice, California, I knew I should go.

The movie itself was totally o.k. It was more fun for me to see scenes from the town. Damn, how I hated living there and cried constantly. I still own two houses up there and hate going there so much I may give them both back to the bank. Driving through the town actually turns a good day to a bad one for me. Years ago I was told there are several vortexes in the town that had been taken over by dark forces, so whether or not that is true, I definitely feel an energy shift when I even enter the town.

I sat in the second row and got NO read whatsoever on Keanu Reeves. It was really weird. I can read everyone and pick up on so much information going on within them. But, with him, it was a blank. I don’t know why. I wasn’t even compelled to ask him any questions or have my photo taken with him or get an autograph like the rest. Well, hell, why would I have a photograph taken with someone I don’t know. Just to show others, “ooooh, look who I met.” How stupid. I don’t know him. Or, get an autograph, what the hell would I do with it anyhow. This obsession we have with celebrities is so silly. People overlook they may be living next door to a walking God and are instead obsessed with someone they saw on television who may be completely vapid – not to say that about Keanu because I think there’s alot going on under the surface. But, it’s all so skewed. Anyway, he’s in New York filming a new movie called Henry’s Crime.

My intuition on him garnered prior to being in his presence says he knows much more about alternate realities. Whether it’s a deep interest or an actual knowing, it’s there. I would have loved to have been able to talk to him about that but it was neither the place nor the setting. Instead, I volunteered to take a photo of him with these two old ladies sitting in front of me who were part of some keanu fan club. They were beyond thrilled like giddy school girls, then I left. I did Wikipedia him in the car ride home and read he’s had quite an interesting life to date.  O.k., even though I am the Master of Light Chick and an excellent multi-tasker, I do not recommend Googling and driving a Porsche at the same time.   Anyway, I wonder why he’s not married yet. Maybe he is like me and is waiting for the right person. He’s the perfect age for me and I would forgo a younger guy for someone like whom I fathom him to be.

Why couldn’t I read him though? Odd…

Random thing – the date was November 27, 2009. Wasn’t this the day President Obama supposedly had television time set aside to finally make a disclosure. Well, that obviously didn’t happen. I doubt it ever will and suspect the television series V is the closest thing we’re gonna get to it.

Tags: Angelika Theatre, Henry's Crime, Keanu Reeves, Private Lives of Pippa Lee

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