Watching old episodes of Dog the Bounty Hunter at lunchtime when my patience for the Monkees in their facetious--sophomoric phase has run out and I cannot make it through Werner Herzog's Heart of Glass---
Watching old episodes of Dog the Bounty Hunter because I no longer recall which I have seen and which I haven't, they have turned into one colossal narrative unceasing and unswerving and overwhelming. Since I don't know if I've seen it or not I have to watch it, alway.
Watching old episodes of Dog the Bounty Hunter because I have lost all direction in life...
In this episode Dog tries to inveigle some "clew-hunting tips" into the chaotic proceedings, to give his show a vaguely documentary air, like the sort Chester Gould used to put in Dick Tracy Sunday strips --- and they make about as much sense as the Dick Tracy ones.
Dog goes, "The thing to do when looking at a perp's eyes, to get their full measure, is to hold the mugshot upside down so that you can tell which eye stands out more."
Here a pause; no comment from the assembled extended Chapman clan.
"You didn't know that did you?" Dog says to Leland.
You can tell that Leland is thinking, "No, Dad, I didn't 'know' that... for the very good reason that it isn't true."
There is a hush in the room as the whole family looks at Dog, stupidly grinning, and thinks as one: "This guy is strictly full of prime hooey."
Later on in the episode the snow-capped bungler Bobby Brown fucks up in classic form and leads the crew to the wrong address... couldn't read his own wretched scrawl... and so they send Duane Lee to the back door to hover in the garden and they surround the shack and they bombard the tenant, when this poor old run-down flea-bitten revenant lurches to the front door. He looks a lot like the Gravedigger from EC Comics, at the door in slippers and mom jeans and he says to Dog, rather mystically, "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time," as if it had been prophesied by the three wyrd sisters that Dog would come along. To which Dog responds singularly ungraciously, saying "Yeah, well you just have."
Like, yeah you just met me and that just happened and now it is in the past.
The poor guy waves pathetically at Beth then.
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Speaking of criminality, I was in the Thing on Manhattan Ave sifting the shelves for Renaissance literature a few months back and I saw a book about Hate Crimes. I misread it and thought it was called I Hate Crime. An excellent sentiment and a worthy title.
