my apologies, jeff bridges…

I am really sorry, Jeff Bridges. For some inexplicable reason, you are the manifestation of everything that was good, right, and strong about myself and my childhood. It is way too large a burden for one man to carry, even you, but the deed is done, and I cannot look back now. You are the man. End of story…

I think it all began when I first saw “Tron”in lush, Technicolor Glory, on LaserDisk no less, at my uncle’s house on hot summer day. I was dizzy from swimming in the pool in the miserable midday Kansas heat, and thankful that we would not be subjected to another showing of “Poltergeist,” which somehow was terrifying to me despite my advanced age of 13.Perhaps is was less that particular movie than his insistence of watching stuff like “The Thing” in front of us 5 kids, spilling his beer from laughing fits when we shrieked and ran from the room.

Jeff Bridges looked out from the TV at me, his head surrounded by that campy, glowstick illuminated hat, caught my eyes, and I have never been the same since. I have no idea what made me think he really saw me, or that he was talking TO me, but that drawl, and the sandy hair, and gentle eyes, it seemed as if he was telling me “every little thing’s gonna be alright.” At a time when I desperately needed to hear that message, I did not question where it was coming from, only was thankful that it was coming through loud and clear. The fact that he nearly always sounds bewildered only endeared him to me further. I could totally relate.

Through the years, Jeff’s ability to be there for me while he starred in movies such as Starman, Kiss me Goodbye, Fearless, Blown Away, and the second in the Tron franchise made me fall further in admiration for him, if not love, per se. That came after True Grit and Crazy Heart, two roles which MUST have been made with him in mind, so beautifully he portrayed the characters. Even the watered down cinema version of my beloved The Giver was enriched by his ability to deliver a well placed line, gravel and desire for better and more and what was lost so real in his yearning tones…

So there you have it. I do not know what the question is, but the answer is Jeff Bridges. Try him, seriously… he works. =)  The real men in your life will be glad to be out of the hot seat, and if by chance he ever does let you down, well all you’ve lost is fangirl status. But don’t share the tragedy with me, because I will flat out not believe that he did not hang the moon… Namaste, peeps, from me AND The Dude… lol.



2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Holly
    Jun 16, 2016 @ 08:33:30

    He abides 🙂

    Wow, I wasn’t allowed to watch horror movies as a kid, which I hated. My mother was afraid they would scare me but I was allowed to read the books they were based on…go figure. Anyway, Poltergeist and The Thing (which I just saw over the weekend again!) are two of my faves, but I still love you anyway 🙂


  2. tishmoon
    Jun 16, 2016 @ 10:20:24

    Yeah… neither were we… except in this man’s house, apparently no one had enough balls to stand up to him. Lost at least 3 years worth of sleep, thanks, asshat! =)

    Oh dear gods, just hearing the music or seeing that dog’s growly face is enough to make me whimper. Wanna know why I was so old when I had foxling? Seen Pet Cemetery? lol! =)

    BUT… I am growing a set of girl balls… i watched and enjoyed Deadpool AND Sin City, as well as the Watchmen. Go Tish! =) =)


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