WHEN: 9:50pm EST, April 28st, 2012
WHERE: In my room in my apartment in Portland, ME (Alderaan)
FORMAT: DVD on a Phillips 20something″ CRT TV
PHYSICAL AND MENTAL STATE: Full of barbeque crock-pot chicken, had just watched Thunderbolt and Lightfoot, Murder on the Orient Express, and The Towering Inferno.
AN ABORTED ATTEMPT AT A THEMED ENTRY:
It probably goes without saying that I did not feel like viewing High Fidelity, seeing as I delayed doing so till the last two hours of my week. I had just spent my day watching a number of excellent movies, eating delicious foods, and hanging out with pretty awesome people. The last thing I wanted to do with the remainder of my evening was watch High Fidelity. This is not an unusual thing these days. In order to get through my viewings I usually pick a particular aspect of the movie to look for and focus on while I watch. This is why I have entries that document how many cuss words Rob uses, or what Barry refers to sex as. I don’t care about these things, I just need something to look for, to get me through that hour and fifty-three minutes. This week, I was at a loss as to what to focus on. I got into my room, and saw my old typewriter, and thought “I have it! I will focus on technology in High Fidelity! I will use the typewriter to write it, as part of the theme. Hooray. Hooray.”
So I began, taking notes on my typewriter while watching. This did not work well. Typewriters are loud. So after a paragraph or two of notes, I stopped. I said, “I will make my notes on paper and later, write them up on my computer. Theme be damned.” So I sat down on my bed, with my clipboard and paper and pen. But I wasn’t having any good thoughts, so I just set it down and stared at the screen.
From that point on, everything is a blur. I know I didn’t fall asleep, but from the moment I sat down on that bed, there was no chance of my paying any attention. I just sat there till the movie was over.
So if you want to hear my thoughts on why Rob owns what technology, and how his life might have been different if he had lived ten years later with the dawn of MP3, or how having a computer might have changed his life, please let me know. Maybe I will try to focus on it for some other viewing, but I won’t be using a typewriter.
The “Howering” Inferno? Shit, have to start over.