What’s your mom’s favorite Nicholas Sparks novel?

That’s right! It’s– oh, wait, no. Your mom ruined my joke.

Ta-da or whatever.

Week 4. Check it out. Comin’ at ya. Big time.

Jan. 24th, 2012
11:31am EST – Read a GOP debate fact check about the size of the Navy. Immediately thought of the opening of Top Gun. “Indian Ocean. Present Day.”

4:48pm EST - After convincing myself my music problems were over, “Danger Zone” stuck in head. Thought of stripping it for breakbeats.

Jan. 25th, 2012
3:19am EST -  Watching Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home with commentary (Shatner/Nimoy) and they mention that the aircraft carrier in it is not the actual U.S.S. Enterprise (CVN-65). However, the real U.S.S. Enterprise was used for the exteriors in Top Gun. Tried to remember if you can see “Enterprise” on the side in the Indian Ocean scene.

Oh, there it is.

2:13pm EST – DZ stuck in head… while walking home from the post office with a package actually containing the Top Gun soundtrack.

8:23pm EST – Doing an improv scene with Portland Improv Experience that ultimately ended up in the Navy. Threw out a line firmly setting it in the Indian Ocean. Shit.

75% of Cinema 52 is 37.5% of Portland Improv Experience.

10:53pm EST – Watching Star Trek: The Next Generation – “A Matter of Honor.” Picard won’t stop saying “danger.” That bastard. Thought of the first aerial battle in Top Gun.

Jan. 26th, 2012
12:30am EST – Bizarro Entry. Driving and actually listening to “Take My Breath Away.” Thought of the movie Drive. I drive.

8:50am EST – Sang “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin'” in the shower. Could not remember the words between “fingertips” and “baby.” Shifted into “Great Balls of Fire” because I know the lyrics. Turned it into Goose’s rendition with all the “woos” and “aww-haws.” Never really associated GBF with Top Gun because I loved it before I saw the movie.

Jan. 27th, 2012
3:35am EST – “Mighty Wings” by Cheap Trick stuck in head. Just starting work on a morning shift, yuck. Mildly inspirational. First occurrence since I bought and listened to the Top Gun soundtrack.

3:47am EST – “Mighty Wings” won’t die. Trying to kill with “Slam” by Pendulum and “God Gave Rock ‘N’ Roll to You II” by Kiss. Neither seem to work. Is Kiss too similar a genre?

4:41am EST – MW still there. Trying out “Robot Rock” again.

5:03am EST – Three repeats of RR ineffective. Declaring myself in Mighty Wings Mode to save entries. Fully surrendering to infectious synthesizers and inspirational vocals. Listening to it on YouTube. Will note general termination of Mighty Wings Mode.

5:16am EST – MIGHTY WINGS MODE CONTINUES. Fighting Cheap Trick with Cheap Trick. Commence “Surrender.” This seems like a substandard gimmick.

See what I did there?

6:11am EST – Not even “Dream Police.” NOT EVEN “DREAM POLICE.” Game over, man! Mighty wings across the sky!

6:27am EST – I think it’s safe to say that Mighty Wings Mode is over, which certainly means it isn’t. But I’ve hummed “Surrender” twice and the end of “Gonna Raise Hell” is just… just bitchin’.

10:50am EST – Can’t even remember how “Mighty Wings” goes anymore. Suppose trying to remember it via Tom Cruise shaking his fist means I’m thinking of Top Gun. For some reason, I’ve confused “Mighty Wings” with “Learn to Fly” by Foo Fighters. Which makes me think of Top Gun all over again?

9:09pm EST – Cinemanaut Ty put a big wrapped cigar in his mouth. Thought of Stinger from Top Gun.

11:15pm EST – Friend Kevin made a “like my dick” joke at the club. Thought of “long and distinguished… like my Johnson” exchange from Top Gun.

WARNING! Alcohol consumption prohibits ability to keep accurate notes at this point.

 Jan. 28th, 2012
approx. 1:16am EST – Too drunk for most things. Probably several group sings of Top Gun songs and some lame “buzz the tower” jokes. Ty and I sang “Playing With the Boys” while stumbling into Denny’s. Young lady requested that we not stop singing. (I only know when this happened because I got a text message at the same time.)

–END OF NOTES–

Damn. For whatever reason, this experiment made me realize that I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol this year until January 27th. What the hell? What was I doing the whole time? And don’t say Top Gun. I should have been getting blitzed for every single viewing.

I assume this is what Maverick looks like when you’re hammered.

Well, the drink brings the Gun right out of me. Get me and Ty a few whiskey sours and let’s spike that volleyball. I wish I could have handed off my notebook for somebody to write down how many times I quoted the movie at the club. And at Denny’s.

Whoa whoa whoa, when I was lady-hunting on the dance floor, why didn’t I use, “Take me to bed or lose me forever”? I would have thought that was brilliant until I sobered up and could feel the handprint across my face.

Also, before we wrap this embarrassment, I do want to share another result that can’t be summed up in a single notebook entry. Cinema 52, ambitious project that it is, is something I really care about. Some might say too much. When we first started out, I began sending hundreds of messages about how to format entries, always check your grammar, come up with fifty cool ideas related to your movie… then my Love-Lady Becca took me aside and said that I should try not to be so aggressive.

“Aggressive.” Where do I keep hearing that word?

You know where.

It was at that moment that I realized Top Gun contained an important lesson. I, like Maverick, had to learn not to be so crazy 24/7. Just chill out, take the time to think. There are moments to be gutsy. Opportunities to do something wild will still arise. For the most part, though, I need to focus. I can still be my regular, movie-crazed self, but there are rules of engagement.

Seriously, though, if anybody misses a viewing deadline, I’m gonna want some butts.