Permit me to geek out for a moment…
First, the theatrical trailer for The Matrix: Revolutions is way cool. It might just make up for the Philosophy 101 lectures in the last movie. And word is that the trailer for Return of the King will be released on the Net on Monday. What would I do without broadband?
And The Doctor is returning! My dad introduced me to Doctor Who when I was a kid when it was on PBS and I instantly fell in love with it. Tom Baker was by far my favorite. He had that cool scarf and that slightly maniacal look in his eye. That show also kept me company during my frequent childhood hospitalizations. I haven’t seen it in a long time but I’m looking forward to seeing how they update it.
I was out buying some clothes in downtown today. When did fishnet stockings make a comeback? I saw them on a saleswoman and they looked spectacular.
I’m leaving in a little while to go to a friend’s house for dinner. Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year) begins this evening and, while I’m not terribly observant, my friend and her family do their best to give me an annual dose of Jewish tradition. So I don’t have much time to blog anything else right now; perhaps later tonight.
I’ve had my present wheelchair for almost nine years now. I’m long overdue for a replacement. My wheels are clacking like a shopping cart and the motors have seen better days. So in March I started the process of getting a new chair. I’m still waiting. The tricky part has been getting approval for the type of chair I want. I’d like one with rear-wheel drive, which makes for a tighter turning radius. But so far, MA has rejected my request. Twice. Sooner or later, I’ll get what I need, but I wish it didn’t take so damn long.
This morning, I was down in the parking garage under my building and waiting for my nurse to open up the van. We were joking around and I said something like, “Suck my dick!” a bit too loudly. Apparently, there was this old man standing behind me and he must have overheard me. My nurse reported that he had his hands on his hips and a rather disapproving look on his face. I laughed all the way to work.
Bad cripple!
I got The Meaning of Life in the mail today along with the aforementioned Thing from Another World. In my humble and completely irrelevant opinion, TML is the best Python movie. I can appreciate The Holy Grail, but frankly I never found it that funny. But TML has great bits like the opening musical number and Death accusing the American house guests of constantly proclaiming “I just wanna say…!” And let us not forget the infamous wahfer-theen mint. The first time I saw that scene, I almost became physically ill myself.
Just finished messing around with the Homeworld 2 demo. It’s pretty cool. I liked the first Homeworld but never finished it. The interface takes some getting used to, but I was surprised by how quickly the mind adjusts to thinking in three dimensions.
And now I must get off the computer before my eyes roll out of their sockets and plop onto my desk. But before I go, check out this book cover. I have this book (not this edition, of course), I love this book, and all I can say is…WHAT THE FUCK?! Has consumerism just driven us completely INSANE? Are we trying to prove to the rest of the world that our culture can’t be beat when it comes to superficiality and pure inanity?
I mean, jebus.
Remember when Bush looked unbeatable? When it seemed like he was a towering Colossus against the various lawn gnomes of the Democratic Party?
Think again.
I’m kind of amazed that Clark has this much name recognition this early. I don’t think he’ll be the nominee, but I don’t think you could find a better candidate for veep.
I just came across a link to this cool little keychain digicam from Phillips. The resolution isn’t bad and it’s only $99. I’ll have to scour Google for reviews.
What would be really cool is a camera built into my glasses that could be activated by an eyeblink.
Anyway, back to work.
Jonathan Lethem’s new novel, Fortress of Solitude, is receiving plenty of critical attention lately. I always meant to check out some of his earlier science fiction, but just never got around to it. I’ll probably pick this up as I’m a sucker for sprawling, coming-of-age sagas. I try not to listen to the critics when deciding what books to purchase (I refuse to read The Lovely Bones for at least another year) but this one intrigues me.
And yes, I’m still plugging away at my own book. A little under 10,000 words at last count. I’d like to be at the halfway point by year’s end.
Just saw American Splendor tonight. A remarkably funny yet sad movie. I saw aspects of my own life in those of the characters. There’s a sequence where the real Harvey Pekar and his friend Toby are discussing how they cope with the loneliness in their lives. And I started to think about how I deal with my own loneliness. By reading. By watching television. By writing things like this blog. And maybe I look to my nurses too much for companionship. It’s not like I don’t have friends, but most of them have families now and I don’t see them much. When I was interviewing for new nurses this summer, I deliberately looked for people who I thought I’d like hanging out with. I went out with one of them tonight and it is nice to have people who I enjoy spending time with. But they are, after all, paid to be my friends. And this is probably how the rest of my life will be. While it’s probably not the life I would have chosen had I any say in the matter, it’s still sweet and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I had to facilitate a three hour meeting today, which was a fitting end to the week. Tomorrow, I think I’m going to the oh-so-trendy Uptown neighborhood to see either American Splendor or Lost in Translation. This will also give me the opportunity to go for the first drive in the van with one of my new nurses. I just wish I hadn’t told her the story about how I was once riding with my dad and brother and we hit a lamppost in a parking lot, causing me to fly out of my chair and leaving me in a crumpled heap on the floor. But I didn’t tell her about the time when the van died on the highway at 1 in the morning, my ventilator battery almost dead, and how an ambulance had to come and take me home. And I didn’t tell her how the van once ran out of gas in mid-December and how my nurse had to push it two blocks to a gas station.
After all, there’s no point in making her even more nervous.
