From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Wednesday June 9th, 1999 8:05AM
Subject: RE RE RE New string of conversation
I think I will die drowning while filming a water safety commercial…
Accidentally stabbing myself with a chained pen in a bank as I cash a birthday cheque…
Dying of old age at my computer while waiting for some massive cartoon attachment that’s not even funny…
Being beaten to death by an idiot while wearing I’m with this idiot T-shirt…
Misjudging the time and being hit by a bus that I thought I was running late for.
Tripping and smashing my head on the footlights as I run onto the stage of some profit share production of Waiting for Godot yelling at the tramps – stop this show it’s killing me!
Forgetting how to breathe for that minute too long.
Electrocuting myself as I try to make a boat out of toast in the bath.
Mistaking the sign that reads ‘koalas cross here at night’ as a caution to motorists not as warning about rage.
In Italy. I don’t care of what. Just wouldn’t mind dying in Italy.
PS And speaking of things ‘Italy’ (gotta love that segue) I adore those Italian Thrillers too.
Crisps (the guy whose party we met at) is a real trash fan – I think it comes from being British and a childish curiosity about the Video Nasty boom. I think he listed and sourced them all.
He shared it with me and I got obsessed too.
And at the fear of sounding educational again (I so want to be Mr Chips. Indeed so did Crisps. That would make him Crisps Chips – message to self; do something about you’re a.d.d for Christ sake, Dom – and do something about talking to yourself in print too – Jesus!)
Anyway those Italian thrillers are called Giallo films (Giallo meaning Yellow – like the faint stained yellow pages in airport pulp books).
I’m kinda obsessed with them. We should watch a couple together. Let me think of two cool ones and I’ll get you and Marcus over for Spag’ bog’ and Euro sleaze.