It’s a magnet for crapola, you see. I don’t fully understand how it keeps happening, but stuff just piles up in here and gets to the point where I eventually say fukkit. Then it goes for three or more months in fukkit-mode, and everything spirals downward in a shameful and disgusting manner.
Toney, of course, won’t set foot in here. It’s too distressing for her, so it’s all up to me.
And the dust! Where does it come from? What is the source of dust? It’s not like we’re living in 1934 Oklahoma up here. Heck, we haven’t even had our windows open since early September. How is it generated? Seriously.
As my grandmother would say, “You could just scoop it up!” The oldest Secret was in the next room, killing Russians on PS3, and launched into a sneezing jag that lasted for 45 minutes, after I got everything stirred-up. And that’s not an exaggeration.
But the Bunker is now a thing of beauty. Everything’s clean and in its place. And it feels like the “room” is HUGE. I took a bulging trash bag to the cans in the garage, and put a ridiculous amount of stuff in the basement.
And it makes me feel optimistic, all this order. I think I crave order, but am sometimes too lazy to maintain it. Know what I mean?
Toney and I watched Public Enemies on Saturday, and it’s a great movie if you’re into two and a half hours of men firing Tommy guns in period costumes. There was no story, really. It was just Johnny Depp robbin’ banks and runnin’ from the law. And shooting lots and lots of guns, of course.
There was a great scene when John Dillinger (Depp) walked into the Chicago Police Department and nonchalantly strolled around the “Dillinger Unit.” It was a section of the building where a group of cops — charged with catching “public enemy number one” and nothing else — were based.
He checked out the bulletin boards while people worked around him, and even asked some policemen huddled around a radio, “Hey, what’s the score, fellas?” Nobody noticed him, and when he finished checking things out, he just left. If that really happened… well, the man had balls of titanium steel.
But that’ll be the only scene I’ll remember. I already know it. The movie is fading fast in my memory, after only a few days. Because it’s not very good, you see. Oh well.
While we were watching, Johnny Depp’s pretty kisser was about three-feet tall on the B.A.T., and the following conversation took place.
Me: So, he’s like… the same age as me?
Toney: Maybe a little older.
Me: Well, how’s he look like that, and I look like this?
Toney: I don’t know.
Yes, it’s important to have a strong support network. It helps a person maintain, it really does.
After Toney said something about the 140 minutes she’ll never get back, and went to bed, I watched a documentary about Ted Williams on HBO. And man, that was MUCH better than the Depp flick.
In fact, there was a scene near the end that got me all choked up, and for a few minutes it was touch and go. I almost started crying. And I find it curious that on the rare occasion I get emotional while watching something, it almost always has something to do with baseball.
Hollywood tearjerker movies? I’m cold as ice. Human suffering at the feet of Sally Struthers? Where’s the freakin’ remote? Tsunami victims? Check out that guy’s pants!
But if you bring baseball into it, all bets are off. Maybe a counselor could get to the bottom of it, I don’t know.
My Question today was inspired by Public Enemies… I’d like for you to think back, and try to remember the most bored you’ve ever been, to date. What were the circumstances?
When I first moved to California I was involved in daily marathon meetings, concerning the merger of two companies. They dragged on for hours and hours, and the tiniest details were beaten to a bloody pulp. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life.
In the mornings, while driving to the office, I’d think about my upcoming day. And I wanted to calmly unbuckle my seatbelt, throw open the door, and allow myself to roll out of the car, traveling at 70 mph on the 5 freeway.
Those meetings jump immediately to my mind, when I think about the Excruciatingly Boring Events I Have Known. Those meetings, and Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me — the worst movie ever made.
What about you? Tell us about it in the comments. And if you’d like to tell us about the last movie or TV show that made you cry… well, that’ll be cool too.
See you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great day!