The bright side of a Moon
Just seems like a weird oversight that there are no FlexCars at or near the Portland Airport. Maybe even several cars.
For example, I have an international flight leaving at 6:00 AM on Saturday, and it would be nice to reserve a car at the airport the night before, take it home, and then return it around 3:30-4:00 AM, giving me plenty of time to check in for my flight.
But I can’t. No FlexCars at the airport. Just seems weird.
Watching the new Futurama movie for the third time last night, I noticed that Bender’s email address is bender@ilovebender.com.
Just figures that robot would have his own custom domain. Hell, he probably hosts it himself. Literally.
So I sent him this:
From: Me
To: Bender [bender@ilovebender.com]
Subject: I love Bender, too!I want to be as evil as Bender if I grow up!
And nearly immediately I got the following response:
From: Bender
To: Brian Moon
Subject: Re: I love Bender, too!Dear New Friend,
Thank you for writing to me, Bender. It really means a lot to me. Not many humans contact me because I am so rude and impatient. You’re starting to get on my nerves now. Quit buggin’ me, meatbag!
P.S. – Buy my DVD.
Love,
Bender
And, of course, there’s a bunch of promotional stuff located at that domain.
I love modern internet-based marketing. But only when they’re marketing things I love. When they’re things I don’t love, they suck.
In fact, my default ringtone is the theme song to “Futurama”… and my close friends announce their incoming calls on my iPhone with Bender saying, “Bite my shiny metal ass.” Which makes me laugh every time I hear it.
But I want to have my all-time favorite Bender line:
Futurama – Bender – Oh Your God! – Watch the top videos of the week here
I’ll have to rip it myself, I think. Can’t find it out on the internets.
These are the new albums or artists I liked enough to purchase in 2007:
Lights out at the coffee shop means whoever was supposed to open, isn’t.
No coffee means whatever is supposed to wake me up, isn’t.
Last week, I ran at least 7.5 miles for my long run. Including walking breaks and water breaks, I finished in an 1:36 – that’s an hour and thirty-six minutes.
This week, I ran at least 8 miles for my long run, and I finished in 1:30. Yes, six minutes faster.
Feels good.
Woke up around 8:30 AM.
Showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed in my new Levi’s.
Texted Tracy. (You can assume that I continue to do this throughout the day)
Got breakfast at Twin Paradox – coffee and a cinnamon roll.
Drove my car (that was due back at 11:30 AM) back downtown to its assigned parking.
Bought a bottle of water at the Peterson’s on SW 4th.
Bought a Christmas gift for a friend at [redacted].
Saw the 11:15 AM showing of “I Am Legend” at the Pioneer Place Mall Theater. Before the movie, I noticed the one-sheet for “The Dark Knight” – and there’s a line that looks like a scrambled-letter code running along the very bottom.
The trailer for “Iron Man” looked awesome. Robert Downey, Jr., as Tony Stark? Perfection.
The trailer for “The Dark Knight” looks… iffy. Seeing a picture of Heath Ledger as the Joker > actually seeing Heath Ledger as the Joker.
Enjoyed the movie very much. Will Smith uses his friendliness and charm to show how an extrovert would be devastated by being, literally, the last man on Earth. Very suspenseful. Saw the ending coming from a mile away. Still loved the movie.
Got a slice of pizza (Green Chicken & a Caesar salad at Pizza Schmizza). Refilled my bottle of water.
Walked up to the Fox Theater to catch the 2:00 PM showing of “Juno”. It was a sold-out showing, according to the theater employee who walked in with 5 minutes until the trailers started; but there was a whole row of seats open and no one to my left or right.
Enjoyed the movie. Laughed out loud several times.
Saw a rainbow immediately after walking outside. From my angle, it appeared to terminate at Powell’s City of Books. Or possibly the Technical Store.
Took the bus back to my home neighborhood.
Had a reuben sandwich and fries from the Limelight for dinner. Stacy the waitress remembered my name, and called me “hun” several times. Made my evening.
Surfed at Twin Paradox for the last several hours. Had two cups of coffee.
Came home.
Put my running clothes in the washer.
Remembered the code on the “The Dark Knight” one-sheet. Can’t find anything about it on teh google.
Blogged this.
…and now what?
A quote from an 11-year-old interview with David Foster Wallace:
“I guess I, when I was in my twenties, like deep down underneath all the bullshit what I really believed was that the point of fiction was to show that the writer was really smart. And that sounds terrible to say, but I think, looking back, that’s what was going on. And I don’t think I really understood what loneliness was when I was a young man. And now I’ve got a much less clear idea of what the point of art is, but I think it’s got something to do with loneliness and something to do with setting up a conversation between human beings.”
…coupled with some dialog written by Cameron Crowe, from the movie “Almost Famous”, spoken by the incomparable Philip Seymour Hoffman (playing a fictionalized rock journalist Lester Bangs) to young Patrick Fugit:
Lester Bangs: Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong.
William Miller: Well, it was fun.
Lester Bangs: They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool.
William Miller: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn’t.
Lester Bangs: That’s because we’re uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don’t have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we’re smarter.
William Miller: I can really see that now.
Lester Bangs: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love… and let’s face it, you got a big head start.
William Miller: I’m glad you were home.
Lester Bangs: I’m always home. I’m uncool.
William Miller: Me too!
Lester Bangs: The only true currency in this bankrupt world if what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.
…and that is my meditation on creativity for the week.
My rebellious side is asking, “Do I really have to be lonely to write? Is that really what it takes? Isn’t there a better way?”
I’m not saying I create great art. I just write. I write because I can’t not write. But I also know that I am lonely. I have good friends, awesome friends, friends for whom I would sacrifice large imponderable things. But when they’re not around, I wonder if they’re thinking of me. I feel the lack of a connection, and I know that the lack of connection begins and terminates within me and my mind. Rationally I know that that kind of connection is rare and that not everyone feels it, and yet I still feel unique in my isolation.
And so I write.
And my rebellious side is asking further, “If you are writing to start a conversation… then when do people begin to talk back?”
I have no real answer, on this cold, dark, December night. I’m probably just too tired to see the answer right in front of me.
It’s been a rough week and a long December. Maybe next year will be better than the last.
G’night for now.
I’m overflowing with post ideas right now.
I want to write about the Everyday Music girl. Seems she’s a popular topic for craigslist’s Missed Connections. Search for “Everyday Music” and you’ll see what I mean. I’m not the only shy guy who has been attracted to her beauty and friendliness.
I owe Athena a response to her post responding to my comment about the angry passionate comments she gets. Bottom line: I blog because I want attention. Duh. So of course I’m envious of the comments she gets. And she dresses ’em down so beautifully. Makes for entertaining reading.
I could go on and on and on about kipple, which is the useless stuff that accumulates everywhere, and was popularized by one of my favorite authors of all time, Philip K. Dick. I mention this because Grant Balfour posted about kipple on 43 Folders today.
I’ve got a rant inside me about something that’s very personal, but is probably more embarassing for others in my family than it would be for me. So I hesitate to write it out. But it might slip out at some point.
And every time I talk to Tracy I get a dozen ideas for things to post about. Today we discussed strippers who don’t shower before their shift, and walnut butterscotch fudge, and how hot Ricki Lake is and how not hot Amy Winehouse is, and when breasts (all breasts) look their best, and bootstraps and how I’m not finding them lately… lots of stuff.
And yet, I just want to hide in bed, pull the covers over me, and sleep all day. No energy.
On the couch. Pigging out on donuts and pad Thai and vodka.
I’m 31 minutes in and I’m tear-y.
Kate Hudson is lost and hot.
Three little words that hint at why I’m at work today: chain of custody.
You’d think that professionals in law enforcement would know that stuff. Don’t they watch teevee?
To those who know what I’m talking about, that shit is funny.