Watching all the publicity we let be situated on our bald heads, I need to say a big thank you to all of the people who have participated in luminating with brighter than movie theater lights the promotion of the fine movie Tracy and I star in.
Mostly minor in billing but very major in their support of our communication, Pascal and Harvey led promotional work not with their picture perfect hair cuts but by their movements of touch and verbal encouragement, pushing us to make our messages clear and pithy. I mall walk on the keyboard and Tracy looks amused by my pratfalls of missed keys. Perfect accuracy mostly escapes me, kind of like President Bush trying to remember the names of foreigners. Positively leading me to move past my mistakes to print out my real thoughts, Pascal cons me into believing in my competence, opening my mind onto a place where autism moves underground and intelligence rules.
Tracy steps like marching band drummer on a large flat screen-like keyboard, looking to make his beat more productive for protest-like communication. Harvey lets primarily braking movement support lock into Tracy’s planning to change the planet mission, anchoring thought to ordered with powerful purpose typed actions.
Potentially, I have wandered off my original topic of this blog but for all of you, as good guy rooting for fans, I may indulge my perusing my crowded mind for something to entertain you.