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28 July 1999

8:18 PM: Another in my continuing series of live-action seminars in How Not to Make Friends & Influence People here today. So OK, I had a somewhat forceful conversation with some of my colleagues today. And OK, the words "fuck all of you" may have popped up in there somewhere. But when someone says, "I overheard a bit of when you two were screaming at each other," well... am I supposed to take that literally? I don't remember any screaming. Hope that's not a sign that I blacked out in a berserker rage or something...

Here's a hint: when you don't know what you're talking about, don't start issuing ultimatums. Especially not when you have one of those loose-cannon geezer geeks on staff. We lose control, endocrine system weardown you know.

Oh but whatever. Did I mention that I saw Eyes Wide Shut this weekend? Strange film. I've been reading the various reviews of it since. Opinions seem to be in all directions about it, as they were even among the two friends I saw it with. I liked it, one of them was ambivalent, the other one didn't like it at all. Although, being guys, everyone was in favor of the naked women, of course. We are not exactly the most elevated sorts of people.

But it was hardly what I would call a sexy film. The one brief shot of Mira Sorvino wiggling her bootie in that fringed outfit in Summer of Sam was hotter than every nude scene in Eyes put together. It was much more about being creepy.

So many of the negative reviews wonder who this couple could be, to be so clueless about sex, infidelity, and each other, here at the end of the swinging 90s. I know who they are. They're Americans. Not a species familiar to the artified. Nice upper-middle-class good-school good-tooth whitebread yes-ma'am Americans who might have read about or heard about all of that awful sordid stuff but who have no personal experience with it. Willfully dumb & blind. It's our national specialty.

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

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