'In Hong Kong, you would already be in debt.'
20 July 1998
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'In Hong Kong, you would already be in debt.'
20 July 1998
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So I didn't even finish talking about the movie marathon yesterday. When I got out of Out of Sight, it was still early in the evening; too early to go home, too early to start drinking, and in any case, Sundays are kind of ... awkward at the bar. Word to the wise - if you're going to fall for a bartender, remember to pick one who won't fall back.
Anyways, it was only 9:30 or so, and I headed up to the brand new AMC theater on Van Ness to see Lethal Weapon IV with Jet! Li! and those other guys. The theater takes up most of a 6-story building - used to be a classic 50s car dealership, and that shows in the detail inside and out. This was a cathedral of the one faith all Californians could share. I suppose it still is, now that we don't go anywhere but just sit and watch the pictures.
Jet Li so completely kicked their asses. With a spear through him even! They had to shoot him a million times just to get away and even then - was he dead? "Go get Jet Li! You'll find him on Monster Island." (Oh, spoiler, shmoiler, like any of this is going to come as an amazing surprise.)
The rest of the movie was funny enough. It's nice to see some Americans pick up on how to make a decent Hong Kong movie, although Donner is English, isn't he? Oh well. We absorb it all anyway. McColi.
Now, then, as for today: despite walking around all day yesterday, I still didn't get to sleep until 7 AM or so this morning. So no early rising and no walking to work, just the usual Market-to-Townsend leg of it. But that'll happen. I'd try just skipping sleep and coming straight in, except that in my experience I'd just end up drooling on my keyboard, and we're out of spare ones.
Work was Not Fun Today! Dammit. Insert tedious technical obscenities here.
On a related-in-my-mind-at-least note: saw an article in the NY Times about Europe banning genetically altered food because it was not how God had intended it. Um, neither are: cheese; milk; cows; wheat; horses; wine; pigs... "Nature," what an overprostituted term. Where do these people think their farms came from? That someone just found it all growing wild on a hillside somewhere? There isn't a single food crop or domestic animal that hasn't been, in essence, created by genetic manipulation. The only thing that's different is the means and the time scale.
All this means is "I don't know where this came from, and it was here when I was born, so that makes it natural. But NEW things are EVIL!" This is what religion does to people. God my ass. If it had been up to God to feed the human species, he would have - to wolves.
Sorry, I get cranky when it gets close to time to go home because she likes Him better than Me! And it still spoils my default evening plans. World's oldest fifth grader, you bet. Shoot.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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