Izzit Corno Dolce in Moscow?

[John Watt]

I just saw "The Darkest Hour", or "Crepuscule",
by filmaker Timur Bekmambetov and director Chris Gorak,
a movie about an alien invasion, filmed in Moscow.
I thought I saw Corno Dolce in one scene, before he got shredded.
This is a thoughtful and original movie, with Moscow serving as a huge backdrop,
the kind of movie he'd be in.

Maybe this conehead should call him a domehead to bring him back down to earth.

If you want to riff offa me about my falling from a recording studio porch onto a driveway,
over a week ago, severely dislocating my right elbow.... ow!

 

[teddy]

Trust the elbow is improving John. As for CD in a film, surely it would have to be about opera or some such sunject.

teddy

 

[Corno Dolce]

"Before he got shredded" - You wish such a demise for me Br. John? I am absolutely aghast...:shake::shake::shake::shake::shake::shake::shake::shake:

 

[John Watt]

"Shredded" is the word a character used to describe how the aliens, uh, deleted the flesh,
before they absorbed your energy.
I know you're more of a page turner than a page shredder, so it doesn't exactly apply.
St. Petersburg has always been my Russian dream vacation, and now Moscow is second.

The aliens make you spin up in a cloud of disintegrating dark bits, or bytes, as the white shape of your soul is sucked towards them.
They're here to take the minerals used to make electrical circuits, and Moscow is over rich mineral deposits.
A beautiful city, wide streets, huge public squares, and seeing the church from the photo link you shared.
That's also quite the river.

I can't imagine a demise for you.
Those around you imagine one day you'll be reaching up your bass and disappear up amongst the strings.
Either that, or Rita McNeil adapts you as one of her "Men of the Deeps" choir, and you're never seen again,
at least without a hard hat.

And teddy, thanks for mentioning my elbow. Now I'm pulling on that more than my, uh, strings.
It only added a sensation of pins and needles, not like the hot flame going up to my shoulder,
when I started pulling my fingers and arm and reaching in to pull around my elbow,
not going to the hospital or using pain killers.
Everyone wanted me to stay down, pulling out cells to call an ambulance,
but it was the slap my body made they heard, me too, grossing me out, not my arm breaking.
I picked up a shopping bag with bottles of two liter pop to show them, and myself, it was still all there and okay.
I was lying there, feeling it, but suddenly I thought, I didn't hit my head, and felt good about that,
standing up. If that's the worst injury in my life, I'm a lucky man.
I stayed in for three days, lying in bed with a towel wrapped around it,
feeling loose and easy to pop out again, pulling on it, squeezing, stretching.
Walking around a few days with a sling certainly got me a lot of sympathy.

The constant pain created deep moods, lying there questioning life on earth.
Good thing it was my right arm, easy to relax, not my self-propelled lefty.

 

[teddy]

Glad to hear that it ws not any worse John.

teddy