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Ed and Hank
This may look like a post... but it isn't...
A note about comments: Hank's not sure how to say this... he's kinda embarrassed-like, so he turned commenting off for this non-post... It's not that Hank doesn't appreciate your comments... he truly does... but since this isn't technically a post, then technically he shouldn't get any comments. (And it can't possibly be a post because Hank just declared he was taking a break.) Also, Hank was a little unsure about posting this, but since it's not really a post, he decided to go ahead and post it anyway.
Everything else that actually is a post is here:
http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/10082.html
Not really a post...
"Hell... I cain't do it... I jus' cain't do it..."
"If'n yer talkin' 'bout talkin' ta yer self, ya seem ta be doin' a purty good job of it so's far as I can tell."
"Hey, Ed... I'll be out in a few minutes... Gonna give up on this... Thought maybe I'd start in on clearin' out that ol' shed..."
"Believe tha' when I see it."
"Don' that joke ever get old fer ya, Ed...?"
"Nope. You writin'...? Looks like yer writin'... Thought ya weren't gonna write 'bout us fer a while...?"
"I ain't writin' 'bout us... not technic'lly anyways..."
"Then watcha doin'...?"
"Someone asked me ta write more 'bout my grief over Heath Ledger dyin' after I posted tha' post sayin' I couldn' write no more fer a while... 'n I said I'd try... but I cain't do it... nothin' comes out righ'... 'S all tied up with him bein' Ennis 'n Ennis bein' you 'n it's kinda like I lost a younger version a you somehow... even though yer standin' right in fron' a me... so's I know it don' make no sense... but tha's the only way I can put it..."
"Think I know watcha mean, Hank... 'S kinda like how I didn' wanna see tha' movie fer so long on accounta Jack kinda bein' you 'n him gettin' killed 'n I didn' wanna see tha' no way, no how... even though I knew it weren't you... it still woulda seemed like it were... 'N it did... when I were watchin' it... 'n it were real hard ta watch... Real hard..."
"Think yer startin' ta sound like me, Ed..."
"Shit. Didn' know it was catchin'... Guess I better see someone 'bout tha'..."
"'N then I jus' seem ta start repeatin' all the rest a it... the stuff we said before... 'bout him bein' a good guy 'n a great actor 'n feelin' bad fer his family... damn... tha's gotta be hard... 'n fer tha sweet l'il girl losin' her daddy... 'n fer Michelle Williams... 'n fer his friends... like Jake Gyllenhaal, losin' his best friend like tha'... 'n the world losin' someone it were better off havin' in it 'n wha' coulda been 'n wha' shoulda been 'n..."
"'N don' ferget tha' ya had a big ol' crush on him..."
"I didn' have no crush on him."
"You abolutely sure 'bout tha'...?"
"Well... Let's jus' say that he were a real good-lookin' fella... 'n maybe I mighta took some notice a tha'... 'N he did look a lot like you, Ed... younger version anyways... 'specially when he were Ennis... Like I said... him bein' so much like you... Think tha's part a my problem..."
"Ya ain't got a problem, Hank... Yer justa l'il sad is all... 'S ta be 'xpected when bad stuff happens... 'n ya got a righ' ta be sad 'bout it... But..."
"But wha'...?"
"He didn' look like me."
"Yeah he did. Kinda anyway... Yer more like a 'cross 'tween him 'n... Shit... his name's on the tip a my tongue... Dammit... Oh well... it'll come ta me..."
"Cut it out, Hank."
"That's another thing I love 'bout ya Ed... ya don' got no idea how good-lookin' ya are... But... I dunno... Like I said before... Heath Ledger bein' Ennis... in tha' movie he got whatever it is tha's you down real good... Way he held his self... Way he spoke... Ev'rythin'... Story migh' not a been 'xactly the same... But that sure as hell was you... Least-wise 'fore ya loosened up over the years... "
"'N that Jake fella got you down real good too, Hank... 'Course yer a helluva lot more irritatin'... 'N pushy... you can be real pushy... 'N moody... Jack didn' seem near so moody..."
"You ain't gonna start namin' dwarfs again... are ya...?"
"'N yer not quite so's fine-lookin'... Almos' though... If'n only ya had them blue eyes... Damn..."
"Blue eyes... Shit... Don' that joke ever get old either, dumbass...?"
"What joke...?"
"Funny."
"Don' know wha' yer talkin' 'bout."
"But... I do wanna thank ya, Ed..."
"Fer wha'...?"
"Fer not mindin' that 'm sad 'bout this... Understandin' why I am 'n all... Even though I ain't able ta put it inta words too good..."
"It is sad, Hank. Real sad. Ain't none of us guaranteed tomorrow... or even later ta day... but knowin' tha' don' make it no easier when somethin' like this happens... Guess in the end alls tha' does make it easier is time passin'..."
"Yeah... 'n that other stuff folks were sayin'... 'bout him livin' on in folks' hearts... 'n livin' on in the roles he played... livin' on as Ennis..."
"True 'nough."
"Gotta admit... Now 'm feelin' bad 'cause I think I should be writin' 'n tryin' ta make folks laugh some... But... 'm jus' findin' it kinda hard is all..."
"Maybe I can try 'n be funny 'nough fer the both a us...?"
"Ya already are, Ed... 'Sides... it ain't 'xactly tha'... Fer some reason it's jus' kinda hard ta write stuff down righ' now... Don' feel like 'm makin' no sense... Guess I'll just head out ta tha' shed 'n start workin'... Maybe clear out m' mind some while 'm at it..."
"Ya ain't gonna post nothin'...?"
"Nah... Think I'll jus' spend a l'il more time hangin' out with you fer a while 'fore I do... Ya know... spend some more time appreciatin' what I got in this life right here 'n righ' now..."
"I ain't helpin' ya clear out tha' shed."
"Didn' 'xpect ya to... How 'bout this...? How 'bout I jus' say I'll spend more time hangin' out in the gen'ral vicinity of where you migh' be...?"
"Better wear a dust mask... One a them good ones... Think them mice love tha' shed... Don' wantcha comin' down with that hanta virus..."
"Can ya catch it in winter...?"
"I dunno... But ya don' wanna breathe in all tha' dust 'n crap anyways, do ya...?"
"See yer point. Hey... speakin' a mice... you makin' any headway makin' friends with tha' stray cat tha' showed up...?"
"L'il bit... Know she's eatin' the food 'n drinkin' the water I put out... Got her a warm place ta sleep... 'N she's actin' like she owns the place even though she's real leery of them dogs... but they're leavin' her alone... Guess they must know she's in the same fix they were 'fore we got 'em."
"'N speakin' a 'fix'... We should prob'bly think 'bout catchin' her 'n takin' her ta the vet... gettin' her checked out 'n fixed up so's we don't end up with a whole herd a kittens 'round this place..."
"Yeah... jus' wan' her ta trust us a l'il more... Otherwise she's liable ta take off once we get her back here."
"We should give her a name."
"Uh... She's kinda got a name already..."
"You named her...? Whaddya call her...?"
"I didn' name her... Bill did... Said she reminded him of Iris fer some reason... so's he named her 'Iris'... Asked me if'n I minded... Seems kinda odd-like ta me... but I guess I don' got no reason ta mind... Do I...?"
"Wouldn' think so... But maybe I do..."
"Wha'...? Why...?"
"'Cause ain't no one gonna believe we now got a Iristhecat along with Edthedog 'n Hankthedog withou' thinkin' I made it all up."
"Ain't tha' the whole idea anyways?"
"Guess yer righ'..."
"You know damn well I couldn' take folks really knowin' 'bout us... dontcha, Hank...?"
"Yeah... I know, Ed..."
"'N it ain't 'cause a bein' queer... Don' wantcha thinkin' tha'... Jus' couldn' take folks intrudin' inta our lives... them reporter types 'n all... Ya told me yer self the kinda trouble Heath Ledger had with 'em... 'N ya seen wha' they been doin' since he died..."
"Yeah... It just ain't right... Although I somehow don' think two old ranchers managin' ta live their lives ta gether would 'cause tha' much of an uproar..."
"Dammit, Hank..."
"Don' worry, Ed... Ain't no way no one really believes what I write..."
"So's... Ya wanna watch a couple a movies maybe...? Tha's what I came up ta ask ya... Bill brought tha' '3:10 ta Yuma' with him ta day... the original 'n the re-make... Betty didn' wanna watch 'em... so's him 'n me was gonna lay off work early 'n watch 'em both this afternoon 'n see which one was better... Betcha it's gonna be the original... 'Course if'n ya'd rather go clear out the shed... tha'd be fine too... won't bother us none... Long as ya don' start clangin' stuff 'round too much or nothin'..."
"Watchin' them movies back ta back sounds real good ta me..."
"Bill's out fixin' fences now... We can start tha' double feature just as soon as he gets his self back here... Should be maybe an hour 'n a half... two hours at the most..."
"Guess tha's more than enough time ta least-wise get started on tha' shed... Think I'll jus' watch this here song once more 'fore I head out there..."
"Not that same song again... Jeez, Hank..."
"Cain't explain it... it jus' makes me feel better somehow..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA5BnTrFAx0
"So's yer tha' fickle, huh...?"
"That ain't it at all... It jus' makes me laugh... 'N a fella needs ta laugh..."
"Don' get yer sense a humor sometimes..."
"How can ya not think tha's funny, Ed...?"
"Jus' don' get it..."
"Ya really don' think it's funny...?"
"Nope. Although I do gotta admit... I sure as hell wouldn' mind bleepin' Matt Damon."
"Shit... coughcoughcough... Shit..."
"Hold on, Hank... Don' use yer shirt... I'll getcha a towel..."
"Dammit... it went out m' nose too... Shit... Don' worry 'bout it... 'S a real old t-shirt... gotta get this coffee wiped up quick... Don' wan' it ta hurt the computer... Lucky it had cooled off... woulda burnt m' nose good..."
"Good spit-take, Hank... Best I seen in a while... Give it a 9.7... maybe even a 9.8..."
"Thanks. Shit."
"Is it okay...? The computer...?"
"Seems ta be... Damn, Ed... Didn' 'xpect tha' from ya... So's... ya wouldn' mind bleepin' Matt Damon, huh...?"
"If'n I hadn' a met you first a 'course... or maybe if'n I had, but you were out mendin' fences or off ta town or somethin'... 'n if'n Matt Damon were here... 'n if'n Matt Damon wanted to 'n all... Sure... I wouldn' mind bleepin' Matt Damon... Wouldn' mind bleepin' Matt Damon at all..."
"Remind me not ta ever go ta town again... Or mend no fences... Or let ya outta my sight... Or introduce ya ta Matt Damon fer tha' matter..."
"You know Matt Damon...?"
"Nope. But if'n I ever meet Matt Damon I ain't gonna introduce ya to him."
"Tha' wouldn' be real polite of ya, Hank."
"Uh... Ya said we got an hour 'n a half... maybe more... 'fore Bill gets back...?"
"Yep."
"So's... since Matt Damon ain't nowheres 'round..."
"That we know of anyways..."
"...That we know of anyways... Wouldya maybe be int'rested in bleepin' Hank Jones...?"
"Think I could manage ta work up some int'rest in bleepin' Hank Jones... So's... what'll it be, Hank...? Do ya feel like bleepin' in the barn, in the yard, on the couch, on the floor, in the truck, behind the shed, or just in bed...?"
"Leave that up ta you..."
"Bed it is then... C'mon... Leave tha' computer alone 'n let's go bleep the hell outta each other... Maybe bleep like bleepin' rabbits... Or bleep 'til the bleepin' cows come home... Or 'til Bill comes home anyways... 'N If'n we're bleepin' lucky maybe we'll have 'nough time fer a bleepin' nap 'n a bleepin' shower afterwards too..."
"Damn, Ed... It sure as hell musta been somethin' good..."
"Wha' the bleep are ya talkin' 'bout...?"
"Whatever the bleep it was that I did ta deserve a dumbass like you."
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This may look like a post... but it isn't...
A note about comments: Hank's not sure how to say this... he's kinda embarrassed-like, so he turned commenting off for this non-post... It's not that Hank doesn't appreciate your comments... he truly does... but since this isn't technically a post, then technically he shouldn't get any comments. (And it can't possibly be a post because Hank just declared he was taking a break.) Also, Hank was a little unsure about posting this, but since it's not really a post, he decided to go ahead and post it anyway.
Everything else that actually is a post is here:
http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/10082.html
Not really a post...
"Hell... I cain't do it... I jus' cain't do it..."
"If'n yer talkin' 'bout talkin' ta yer self, ya seem ta be doin' a purty good job of it so's far as I can tell."
"Hey, Ed... I'll be out in a few minutes... Gonna give up on this... Thought maybe I'd start in on clearin' out that ol' shed..."
"Believe tha' when I see it."
"Don' that joke ever get old fer ya, Ed...?"
"Nope. You writin'...? Looks like yer writin'... Thought ya weren't gonna write 'bout us fer a while...?"
"I ain't writin' 'bout us... not technic'lly anyways..."
"Then watcha doin'...?"
"Someone asked me ta write more 'bout my grief over Heath Ledger dyin' after I posted tha' post sayin' I couldn' write no more fer a while... 'n I said I'd try... but I cain't do it... nothin' comes out righ'... 'S all tied up with him bein' Ennis 'n Ennis bein' you 'n it's kinda like I lost a younger version a you somehow... even though yer standin' right in fron' a me... so's I know it don' make no sense... but tha's the only way I can put it..."
"Think I know watcha mean, Hank... 'S kinda like how I didn' wanna see tha' movie fer so long on accounta Jack kinda bein' you 'n him gettin' killed 'n I didn' wanna see tha' no way, no how... even though I knew it weren't you... it still woulda seemed like it were... 'N it did... when I were watchin' it... 'n it were real hard ta watch... Real hard..."
"Think yer startin' ta sound like me, Ed..."
"Shit. Didn' know it was catchin'... Guess I better see someone 'bout tha'..."
"'N then I jus' seem ta start repeatin' all the rest a it... the stuff we said before... 'bout him bein' a good guy 'n a great actor 'n feelin' bad fer his family... damn... tha's gotta be hard... 'n fer tha sweet l'il girl losin' her daddy... 'n fer Michelle Williams... 'n fer his friends... like Jake Gyllenhaal, losin' his best friend like tha'... 'n the world losin' someone it were better off havin' in it 'n wha' coulda been 'n wha' shoulda been 'n..."
"'N don' ferget tha' ya had a big ol' crush on him..."
"I didn' have no crush on him."
"You abolutely sure 'bout tha'...?"
"Well... Let's jus' say that he were a real good-lookin' fella... 'n maybe I mighta took some notice a tha'... 'N he did look a lot like you, Ed... younger version anyways... 'specially when he were Ennis... Like I said... him bein' so much like you... Think tha's part a my problem..."
"Ya ain't got a problem, Hank... Yer justa l'il sad is all... 'S ta be 'xpected when bad stuff happens... 'n ya got a righ' ta be sad 'bout it... But..."
"But wha'...?"
"He didn' look like me."
"Yeah he did. Kinda anyway... Yer more like a 'cross 'tween him 'n... Shit... his name's on the tip a my tongue... Dammit... Oh well... it'll come ta me..."
"Cut it out, Hank."
"That's another thing I love 'bout ya Ed... ya don' got no idea how good-lookin' ya are... But... I dunno... Like I said before... Heath Ledger bein' Ennis... in tha' movie he got whatever it is tha's you down real good... Way he held his self... Way he spoke... Ev'rythin'... Story migh' not a been 'xactly the same... But that sure as hell was you... Least-wise 'fore ya loosened up over the years... "
"'N that Jake fella got you down real good too, Hank... 'Course yer a helluva lot more irritatin'... 'N pushy... you can be real pushy... 'N moody... Jack didn' seem near so moody..."
"You ain't gonna start namin' dwarfs again... are ya...?"
"'N yer not quite so's fine-lookin'... Almos' though... If'n only ya had them blue eyes... Damn..."
"Blue eyes... Shit... Don' that joke ever get old either, dumbass...?"
"What joke...?"
"Funny."
"Don' know wha' yer talkin' 'bout."
"But... I do wanna thank ya, Ed..."
"Fer wha'...?"
"Fer not mindin' that 'm sad 'bout this... Understandin' why I am 'n all... Even though I ain't able ta put it inta words too good..."
"It is sad, Hank. Real sad. Ain't none of us guaranteed tomorrow... or even later ta day... but knowin' tha' don' make it no easier when somethin' like this happens... Guess in the end alls tha' does make it easier is time passin'..."
"Yeah... 'n that other stuff folks were sayin'... 'bout him livin' on in folks' hearts... 'n livin' on in the roles he played... livin' on as Ennis..."
"True 'nough."
"Gotta admit... Now 'm feelin' bad 'cause I think I should be writin' 'n tryin' ta make folks laugh some... But... 'm jus' findin' it kinda hard is all..."
"Maybe I can try 'n be funny 'nough fer the both a us...?"
"Ya already are, Ed... 'Sides... it ain't 'xactly tha'... Fer some reason it's jus' kinda hard ta write stuff down righ' now... Don' feel like 'm makin' no sense... Guess I'll just head out ta tha' shed 'n start workin'... Maybe clear out m' mind some while 'm at it..."
"Ya ain't gonna post nothin'...?"
"Nah... Think I'll jus' spend a l'il more time hangin' out with you fer a while 'fore I do... Ya know... spend some more time appreciatin' what I got in this life right here 'n righ' now..."
"I ain't helpin' ya clear out tha' shed."
"Didn' 'xpect ya to... How 'bout this...? How 'bout I jus' say I'll spend more time hangin' out in the gen'ral vicinity of where you migh' be...?"
"Better wear a dust mask... One a them good ones... Think them mice love tha' shed... Don' wantcha comin' down with that hanta virus..."
"Can ya catch it in winter...?"
"I dunno... But ya don' wanna breathe in all tha' dust 'n crap anyways, do ya...?"
"See yer point. Hey... speakin' a mice... you makin' any headway makin' friends with tha' stray cat tha' showed up...?"
"L'il bit... Know she's eatin' the food 'n drinkin' the water I put out... Got her a warm place ta sleep... 'N she's actin' like she owns the place even though she's real leery of them dogs... but they're leavin' her alone... Guess they must know she's in the same fix they were 'fore we got 'em."
"'N speakin' a 'fix'... We should prob'bly think 'bout catchin' her 'n takin' her ta the vet... gettin' her checked out 'n fixed up so's we don't end up with a whole herd a kittens 'round this place..."
"Yeah... jus' wan' her ta trust us a l'il more... Otherwise she's liable ta take off once we get her back here."
"We should give her a name."
"Uh... She's kinda got a name already..."
"You named her...? Whaddya call her...?"
"I didn' name her... Bill did... Said she reminded him of Iris fer some reason... so's he named her 'Iris'... Asked me if'n I minded... Seems kinda odd-like ta me... but I guess I don' got no reason ta mind... Do I...?"
"Wouldn' think so... But maybe I do..."
"Wha'...? Why...?"
"'Cause ain't no one gonna believe we now got a Iristhecat along with Edthedog 'n Hankthedog withou' thinkin' I made it all up."
"Ain't tha' the whole idea anyways?"
"Guess yer righ'..."
"You know damn well I couldn' take folks really knowin' 'bout us... dontcha, Hank...?"
"Yeah... I know, Ed..."
"'N it ain't 'cause a bein' queer... Don' wantcha thinkin' tha'... Jus' couldn' take folks intrudin' inta our lives... them reporter types 'n all... Ya told me yer self the kinda trouble Heath Ledger had with 'em... 'N ya seen wha' they been doin' since he died..."
"Yeah... It just ain't right... Although I somehow don' think two old ranchers managin' ta live their lives ta gether would 'cause tha' much of an uproar..."
"Dammit, Hank..."
"Don' worry, Ed... Ain't no way no one really believes what I write..."
"So's... Ya wanna watch a couple a movies maybe...? Tha's what I came up ta ask ya... Bill brought tha' '3:10 ta Yuma' with him ta day... the original 'n the re-make... Betty didn' wanna watch 'em... so's him 'n me was gonna lay off work early 'n watch 'em both this afternoon 'n see which one was better... Betcha it's gonna be the original... 'Course if'n ya'd rather go clear out the shed... tha'd be fine too... won't bother us none... Long as ya don' start clangin' stuff 'round too much or nothin'..."
"Watchin' them movies back ta back sounds real good ta me..."
"Bill's out fixin' fences now... We can start tha' double feature just as soon as he gets his self back here... Should be maybe an hour 'n a half... two hours at the most..."
"Guess tha's more than enough time ta least-wise get started on tha' shed... Think I'll jus' watch this here song once more 'fore I head out there..."
"Not that same song again... Jeez, Hank..."
"Cain't explain it... it jus' makes me feel better somehow..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA5BnTrFAx0
"So's yer tha' fickle, huh...?"
"That ain't it at all... It jus' makes me laugh... 'N a fella needs ta laugh..."
"Don' get yer sense a humor sometimes..."
"How can ya not think tha's funny, Ed...?"
"Jus' don' get it..."
"Ya really don' think it's funny...?"
"Nope. Although I do gotta admit... I sure as hell wouldn' mind bleepin' Matt Damon."
"Shit... coughcoughcough... Shit..."
"Hold on, Hank... Don' use yer shirt... I'll getcha a towel..."
"Dammit... it went out m' nose too... Shit... Don' worry 'bout it... 'S a real old t-shirt... gotta get this coffee wiped up quick... Don' wan' it ta hurt the computer... Lucky it had cooled off... woulda burnt m' nose good..."
"Good spit-take, Hank... Best I seen in a while... Give it a 9.7... maybe even a 9.8..."
"Thanks. Shit."
"Is it okay...? The computer...?"
"Seems ta be... Damn, Ed... Didn' 'xpect tha' from ya... So's... ya wouldn' mind bleepin' Matt Damon, huh...?"
"If'n I hadn' a met you first a 'course... or maybe if'n I had, but you were out mendin' fences or off ta town or somethin'... 'n if'n Matt Damon were here... 'n if'n Matt Damon wanted to 'n all... Sure... I wouldn' mind bleepin' Matt Damon... Wouldn' mind bleepin' Matt Damon at all..."
"Remind me not ta ever go ta town again... Or mend no fences... Or let ya outta my sight... Or introduce ya ta Matt Damon fer tha' matter..."
"You know Matt Damon...?"
"Nope. But if'n I ever meet Matt Damon I ain't gonna introduce ya to him."
"Tha' wouldn' be real polite of ya, Hank."
"Uh... Ya said we got an hour 'n a half... maybe more... 'fore Bill gets back...?"
"Yep."
"So's... since Matt Damon ain't nowheres 'round..."
"That we know of anyways..."
"...That we know of anyways... Wouldya maybe be int'rested in bleepin' Hank Jones...?"
"Think I could manage ta work up some int'rest in bleepin' Hank Jones... So's... what'll it be, Hank...? Do ya feel like bleepin' in the barn, in the yard, on the couch, on the floor, in the truck, behind the shed, or just in bed...?"
"Leave that up ta you..."
"Bed it is then... C'mon... Leave tha' computer alone 'n let's go bleep the hell outta each other... Maybe bleep like bleepin' rabbits... Or bleep 'til the bleepin' cows come home... Or 'til Bill comes home anyways... 'N If'n we're bleepin' lucky maybe we'll have 'nough time fer a bleepin' nap 'n a bleepin' shower afterwards too..."
"Damn, Ed... It sure as hell musta been somethin' good..."
"Wha' the bleep are ya talkin' 'bout...?"
"Whatever the bleep it was that I did ta deserve a dumbass like you."
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