Happy Happy New Year's Eve Eve 30 December 1998

Lost in time, lost in space ... I read in the latest UC Theater calendar that they're closing the Saturday midnight showings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show after 22 years. 22 years of Frank N. Furter. There's probably going to be someone at that last show who was conceived in that theater, and who will go get drunk after it's over. Legally, even. I'm amazed. It's just been like background radiation, humming away quietly all this time. Suppose I never thought it'd stop. But now where, I ask you, will high school boys be encouraged to wear garter belts and fishnet stockings?

Lost in time me too lately now, reading London by Edward "Not A Typo" Rutherfurd, same fellow who wrote Sarum. Another journey through history, though he doesn't go back all the way to the Ice Age to start this one. I gather because everyone was out of town at the time. So far I've made it to the late 16th century. Thrown something of a monkey wrench into the movie campaign, because it's good and it's long and interesting and well it's probably cold outside and I am already here and lying down and everything and oh, look, nap time. Zzzzzzzzzz.

Did finally get out to see Elizabeth though. I loved it. If Geena Davis doesn't start returning my calls soon I think I'm going to have to marry Fanny Ardant instead. I still don't know enough about the period to know exactly what bits of the story were, er, "dramatized", but I don't think it matters too much. I mean, I doubt that everything looked like a Goth nightclub, either, or that the ambassador from Spain was really someone who could have come straight from Babylon-5. Cate Blanchett was great - so cheerful to see in the beginning. Sir Richahrd Ahttenbarraah tho, I could have done without. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I only wanted to build a kingdom where children could come and be amazed... oh, sorry, wrong pompous bore, I do get confused, could we do that one again?"

Now of course I have to go see Shakespeare in Love to fill out this English week. But first. Tomorrow. No, not New Year's Eve, fooey. Much better than that. Bullet in the Head (which I've never seen, hide my face) and Hard Boiled. On the big screen. A large buttered popcorn, an extra clip, and me. It's a date.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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