Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion) (montecristo) wrote,
Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion)

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Dancing in the deepest ocean, twisting in the water, you're just like a dream

I've been out looking at the stars again. Every time I do that I tell myself that I don't do it often enough. It's true. It's cool this evening, although not too cool for wearing just a shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The evening certainly says that Fall has arrived, although it's Indian Summer here in Livermore during the day. For the past two days the sun has been shining brightly outside and it has been warm. I've been taking it easy this weekend, even though there is a ton of stuff I should be doing.

This has been a very busy week, just like the one before it. The week before last, the McGuffin crew made two road trips to Palo Alto and Menlo Park. On Thursday, I took another vacation day to go down to Menlo Park and Palo Alto with The Crew again and this time we have come back with useful patent advice and we are re-incorporated again! We elected Tom as the president, Don is our treasurer, Robert G. is our CTO and I got shang hai-ed volunteered for the secretary of the board position. Now I'm stuck writing a letter to our corporate lawyer about some points in his letter of engagement instead of being outside playing this weekend.

I spent the day doing my dishes and cleaning up the bills and doing the laundry and putting in another increment of work on the Sisyphean task of making this Robert-haunted warehouse into a home. I emptied another two boxes and started organizing the books they contained so that they can be shelved. I've lived here a year and a half now. I have boxes in front of my fireplace. There are only three months left of this year. I intend to use my fireplace this winter.

I'm sitting here contemplating my ergonomics. Damn, but my butt is comfortable. For the longest time, pretty much since I moved to Livermore, my desk chair had gone psychotically rickety. The springs were broken and it teetered crazily on it's pedestal. Sitting in it was an adventure in balance. It made me thankful for my childhood ballet lessons. Ack! Earlier this week though, I encountered some good fortune. The place across the parking lot in the corporate park where I work was giving away for free, perfectly good office chairs. These things were nice, practically new condition, with adjustable seats, arms, backs, etc. They're comfortable as all get out. Damn, I could practically sleep in this thing! Whee! Of course, this doesn't beat the ten-dollar dining room table, scored by the enterprising ingenuemuse but I am inordinately pleased with myself over this acquisition. Sometimes it just pays to put off a new purchase.

Life is hectic, but good. Friday night I decided that I needed some enjoyment, so, as I like to say, "When the going gets tough, the tough go to the movies!" I left work at 6:00 and went to talk to The Clown (a.k.a. McDonalds) for dinner. I went to the Imax 20 in Pleasanton without even stopping at home. The lines were pretty full, but not outrageously so. It was a double feature kind of night. I saw two movies. I do that infrequently. I'm a movie addict, I freely confess, and I am entirely unrepentant about it.

The first movie I saw was Just Like Heaven. This is a movie to which guys should allow themselves to be dragged if they want to get laid. Unfortunately, I went stag, but then, I'm a pervert whose guilty pleasure is some chick flicks, in addition to my usual fare of action/adventure, sci-fi, fantasy, horror...oh hell with tastes run the gamut. At any rate, as I was telling emmabovary earlier, my problem is that I hardly ever think about how nice it would be to have company until I am actually in a situation where company would be wonderful to I went by myself. I spent the twenty minutes before the movie sitting in the theater paging through the binder containing the articles of incorporation for the new company.

The movie was excellent. It opens with an appropriately haunting rendition of The Cure's "Just Like Heaven" performed by Katie Melua. It stars Mark Ruffalo as a rather successful man who, desiring to spend some time alone, moves into a great San Francisco apartment only to discover that it is apparently haunted by the spirit of the former tenant, a pushy, workaholic lady doctor, played by Reese Witherspoon, who insists that she is not dead. Both the comic and romance factors are played strongly in the screenplay and the Ruffalo and Witherspoon do competent jobs with their parts. Obviously, with two very different people battling over hot real estate and large questions of metaphysics, the potential for conflict and comedy is high. The plot is very twisty. The question running through the movie is who will pull whom out of their respective circumstantial morass, or le sas, if you will, (and thank you for relaying that interesting French concept to us benighted Americans, Mademoiselle emmabovary).

When "Just Like Heaven" let out, I walked down the hall to catch "Serenity". I have never seen an episode of Firefly, which is the television series upon which the movie is based. Seeing the movie has almost made me regret not watching any TV for the past two years. As I have discovered from reports of different people and other experiences, sometimes there are nuggets of gold in the dross that is television. Now this is science fiction! I can see why Joss Wheedon is so popular the more I see of his work. The man is shockingly, blatantly, Libertarian in his sensibilities! The movie is a fictional episode of historical recapitulation where there has recently been an outer space version of The War Between the States. The protagonist and his stalwart crew are outlaws who run a space transport called "Serenity," where they are pursued by the Alliance (Yankees). It was shocking to see the education system of the future portrayed as spouting the same kind of institutionalized imperial conceited sanctimony that it does today. Even more shocking was the answer given by one of the characters to the school marm's question, "Why do you suppose they [the rebels] fight us?" to which the character answered, "Because we're meddlesome. We meddle with people and we haven't the right. People don't like to be meddled with." Wham! If Wheedon keeps writing stuff like this, I'm going to be as gaga for him as ingenuemuse is.

Surprisingly enough, this theme of imperialism and collectivism vs individuality and freedom have been playing out in cinematic art more and more frequently lately. It started with the Star Wars saga, but lately there are pictures being made like "The Matrix" series and "V for Vendetta" and "Aeon Flux" specifically built around this theme. I honestly don't know what to make of it. Perhaps there is hope for the culture after all.

Tags: day in the life, family and friends, mcguffin, movies

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