Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Friday, March 04, 2005 The Pitch: It's like Silent Running meets Groundhog Day! It's always hard for me to talk about my "weekend," what with it (a) happening in the middle of the workweek; (b) not being the sum total of my days off from work (since I don't work Sunday); and (c) some third thing I should list here because these sorts of list always have at least three things, but can't think of. However it's a bit harder this time around because I feel like I didn't have one. I swapped shifts to get a Saturday off last month, and paid the price by working a full shift at the firm yesterday. And although it was probably the most leisurely experience helping people move I've ever had, most of Wednesday was spent helping Theresa and Josh move.But the few hours of weekend I did have (Wednesday from two p.m. on, Thursday from 7:00 p.m. on, this morning until about 10:00 a.m. when I have to dash off for work) were pretty exceptional. I finally picked up copies of Main Hoon Na and Boom on DVD, got my fuckin' six-to-four pin firewire plugs from Cables To Go, watched part five of The Singing Detective on Wednesday, watched the sixth and final part of The Singing Detective on Thursday, and successfully used my firewire plug to upload new music onto my Ipod, thus obviating my whole clumsy yank-out-the computer-put-in-the cable-crack-knee-on-corner-of-computer-until-cable-is-removed procedure. Worked like a charm! Of course, I couldn't buy just two bollywood flicks. I also picked up six other DVDs, the highlight of which is a film called Jism, because (a) it's a Bollywood remake of Body Heat; and (b) it's called Jism. I titter like a schoolgirl every time I read that. Hopefully, there's a Bollywood film called Lake Titicaca I can pick up as well. If there's an unfortunate drawback to all of my relentless Bollywood flick accumulation, it's that I just didn't feel much like actually seeing a Bollywood film. I paid my cash and sat through the first half of Veer-Zaara and then left at the intermission. It was all perfectly fine, I guess, but I found myself not in the mood. The hills of Fremont were shockingly green, nearly as green as Bernal Hill, and I wanted to kind of wander from store to store. Could I find a cheap copy of The Singing Detective DVD at Rasputin? Would a used copy of another Murakami book turn up at Half-Life Books? Were they giving out free "hot&fresh" samples at the Krispy Kreme? (Sadly, the answers turned out to be no, no and yes.) I wanted to be home watching The Singing Detective and/or Spaced, curled with Edi on our uncomfortable hedgehog hair couch, not sitting in an empty movie theater watching Shahrukh Khan slowly fall in love with Preity Zinta. (He does a particularly lackluster job, too, which is doubly depressing because Preity Zinta is pretty god-damned cute.) And that's kind of weird, because one of my favorite things in the world is having a movie theater all to myself and watching a big Bollywood flick. Or maybe not so weird: getting home in time to watch The Singing Detective in a darkened room with my lovely girlfriend was pretty great, too. And maybe three hour movies are best saved for when you've got more than twelve hours in your weekend. posted by Jeff Lester | 9:40 AM | |
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