Matt Groening aka Che
Okay, lets see if I can remember this correctly...I mostly remember waking up thinking "OH NO WHAT IS THE SECRET?"
So, far far in the future, I was in an Art History class and the teacher was discussing an upcoming interview assignment. We had to hunt down and artist of our choice and interview them about their job and stuff. So eventually, the artist I chose was Matt Groening, the guy who did the Simpsons and This Life in Hell. Except, he had become a recluse, and an enigmatic figure whose location was shrouded in mystery since the Simpsons stopped airing on FOX. No one had seen him in years and it was rumored that he was part of some FBI international espionage program or dead. This did not phase me.
Ultimately, after loads of searching and stuff I can't remember, I get finally directions to this bar on the skirts of town. It is a seedy looking place, of course. When I talked to the barkeep, he said I had to pronoune the name of the man I was looking for correctly or he would never talk to me. "Grenning" I said. The man grinned and took a seat. He had this nasty looking, long braided ratty beard and he smelled like every bad habit on the planet put together.
I take out a memo pad and lick my pen (no clue why) and start asking him questions. Where were you born, What is your occupation, stuff like that. Then I start viewing all these flashbacks of this mans life (he is not Matt Groening anymore), and they are all black and white and people are wearing trenchcoats and it looks like an old detective film, where the banter is all fast and witty. It is revealed that this man who is a barkeep in disuise, who was Matt Groening in one life, and Che Guevara in another, was countless other people who had nothing to do with each other except that he was them. And I saw (like watching a big screen TV) the beginning of mankind, all fast forwarded and recorded on satellite. There were these big rocky giants that looked kinda like Bob from the Prometheus and Bob show. And then, the man guffawed and said that I could know the Big Secret now. And my alarm went off.
I'm not making it up. That was my dream this morning. I thought about how silly it was all day at work today.
So, far far in the future, I was in an Art History class and the teacher was discussing an upcoming interview assignment. We had to hunt down and artist of our choice and interview them about their job and stuff. So eventually, the artist I chose was Matt Groening, the guy who did the Simpsons and This Life in Hell. Except, he had become a recluse, and an enigmatic figure whose location was shrouded in mystery since the Simpsons stopped airing on FOX. No one had seen him in years and it was rumored that he was part of some FBI international espionage program or dead. This did not phase me.
Ultimately, after loads of searching and stuff I can't remember, I get finally directions to this bar on the skirts of town. It is a seedy looking place, of course. When I talked to the barkeep, he said I had to pronoune the name of the man I was looking for correctly or he would never talk to me. "Grenning" I said. The man grinned and took a seat. He had this nasty looking, long braided ratty beard and he smelled like every bad habit on the planet put together.
I take out a memo pad and lick my pen (no clue why) and start asking him questions. Where were you born, What is your occupation, stuff like that. Then I start viewing all these flashbacks of this mans life (he is not Matt Groening anymore), and they are all black and white and people are wearing trenchcoats and it looks like an old detective film, where the banter is all fast and witty. It is revealed that this man who is a barkeep in disuise, who was Matt Groening in one life, and Che Guevara in another, was countless other people who had nothing to do with each other except that he was them. And I saw (like watching a big screen TV) the beginning of mankind, all fast forwarded and recorded on satellite. There were these big rocky giants that looked kinda like Bob from the Prometheus and Bob show. And then, the man guffawed and said that I could know the Big Secret now. And my alarm went off.
I'm not making it up. That was my dream this morning. I thought about how silly it was all day at work today.
posted by C Bridges at 5:12 PM
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