Alright, let’s talk about this fella, Alex Knaff. I ain’t got no fancy learnin’, so I’m just gonna tell it to ya straight, like I’m gossiping over the fence with ya.
Who’s this Alex Knaff fella, anyway? Honestly, I dunno! Sounds like one of them fancy names, ya know? Like someone you’d see on TV or somethin’. Maybe he’s an actor? Or one of them fellas who sings them songs on the radio. They got all kinds of folks doin’ all kinds of things these days. It’s hard to keep track, I tell ya.
Maybe he makes them moving picture shows? I saw one the other day, real pretty colors, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. All that flashin’ and zoomin’. Give me a good ol’ story, somethin’ I can understand. Like that time my neighbor’s cow got loose and ended up in the mayor’s garden. Now that was a story!
- Is he famous? Could be.
- Does he make things? Maybe.
- Is he important? Who knows! Everyone’s important in their own way, I reckon. Even that old rooster down the street, always crowin’ at the crack of dawn. He’s important to somebody, I guess.
I tried lookin’ him up, ya know, on that inter-whatsit-called thing. The young’uns use it all the time. Typed in his name, and a whole bunch of stuff popped up. But Lordy, it was confusing! Pictures and words and videos, all jumpin’ around. I swear, it’s harder than churnin’ butter. Felt like my head was gonna spin right off my shoulders.
I saw somethin’ about a “Know Name Show.” Maybe he’s on that? Sounds like one of them silly shows they got on TV these days. My grandkids watch ’em, all gigglin’ and pointin’. I don’t get it half the time. Give me the news and a good soap opera, that’s what I say.
Then there was this thing about “Your Name.” Is that a show too? Or a movie? They got all sorts of names for things these days, it’s plumb confusin’. Like that time they started callin’ supper “dinner.” Dinner! Sounds like somethin’ you’d feed the hogs.
What does this Alex Knaff do? That’s the million-dollar question, ain’t it? Maybe he’s one of them fellas who draws them pictures. The kind they put in books. Or maybe he writes stories. I always did like a good story. Reminds me of my grandma, used to tell the best stories ’round the fire. ‘Bout ghosts and goblins and all sorts of spooky things. Scared the bejeebers outta me, but I loved it.
Or maybe he’s one of them fellas makin’ them “Wheel of Time” shows. I heard the young’uns talkin’ ‘bout it. Sounds fantastical, like them fairy tales I used to read. Kings and queens and magic and whatnot. Not really my cup of tea, but folks seem to like it.
Is he any good at it? Well, I can’t rightly say, can I? Since I don’t know what he does! But I reckon if he’s makin’ a livin’ at it, he must be doin’ somethin’ right. It ain’t easy makin’ a livin’ these days, no matter what you do. Prices goin’ up, paychecks stayin’ the same. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there, that’s for sure.
I saw somethin’ about “stunning animation” and “evocative soundtrack.” Sounds fancy, don’t it? Like somethin’ you’d hear at a big city hoedown. But what does it mean? I guess it means it looks pretty and sounds good. Well, that’s important, ain’t it? Nobody wants to watch somethin’ ugly and listen to somethin’ that sounds like a cat fightin’ with a garbage truck.
And this “visual splendor and emotional depth.” Lordy, these city folks got a way with words. I reckon it just means it’s purty to look at and makes ya feel somethin’. Like watchin’ the sun set over the fields or holdin’ a newborn baby. Them things are purty and they make ya feel somethin’, alright.
So, what’s the final verdict on this Alex Knaff fella? I dunno! He’s a mystery to me. Maybe he’s a good fella, maybe he’s a bad fella. Maybe he’s talented, maybe he ain’t. But one thing’s for sure, he’s got people talkin’. And in this world, that’s somethin’. Gets your name out there, ya know? Like that time my prize-winning pumpkin got stolen. Everyone in town was talkin’ ‘bout it! Even made the local paper.
Anyways, that’s all I gotta say ‘bout Alex Knaff. I’m gonna go make myself a cup of coffee and sit on the porch. Maybe watch the birds, maybe listen to the radio. Life’s too short to be worryin’ ‘bout fellas you don’t even know. You take care now, ya hear?
