Tonight we sat down to watch The Bourne Identity. It’s one of the few films that has Japanese audio and subtitle options on the Blu-Ray so we could watch it without me having to explain things in Japanese every 15 minutes or so.
Jason was driving the wrong way down a Paris street when we heard howls, growls, and meows from our back yard. My first thought was that something was attacking our cat. I jumped to my feet and rushed to the back door. Halfway there I remembered that it couldn’t be that. She was buried deep in the ground in the shade of the biggest tree in the garden and had been since February.
Both cats fled the scene as I opened the door. The aftermath was impressive. Large clumps of black and white hair lay scattered all over our patio.
As Jason continued to outwit and beat up the world my daughter kept stealing glances out of the window, hoping to see the “dog cat” she thought she had seen. “It was as big as a dog!”
Her glances were in vain. The dog cat, like the hero of our movie, had vanished into the night.
John Gruber once described one of our applications as “vaporware”. Another one he referred to as an “over-designed turd”. Truth is, we kind of like John best when he’s pulling no punches — even if we totally disagree with him.
I was able to use a cellphone to order another cellphone at 3:30 AM. Let the record reflect that we got the future we deserved.
Not really connected but this reminded me of way back before I bought my first computer (post C64 anyway). I bought and read through, almost entirely, a massive tome called the Mac Bible to get my head around the modern computer world. In the section about the fledgling internet (this was 1997) and the even fledglinger internet as a place to buy stuff was this line:
Of course, one of the main things people shop for online is computers.
This completely baffled me at the time. If you’re using the internet, I thought, you have a computer - and if you have a computer why on Earth would you need to buy a another computer.
I thought, really, that a computer was a thing you’d buy and then just use for the rest of your life.
To put my, to put it nicely, “innocence” into context I also walked around thinking that Apple were the dominant computer company and that Microsoft (yes, really) were the plucky underdogs. This was 1997 - when Apple were pretty much teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. All of my friends had Macs so I naturally assumed that most other people did as well.
I’ll always remember the shock when, just a couple of months after paying about $6,000 for a Power Macintosh 7600 I walked into one of the few shops in Akihabara that had a small range of English-language computer books and magazines to be greeted by Wired’s famous “Pray” cover.
I was about to receive an education.
I ran for a bus tonight but missed it by a handful of seconds. The driver of the one just behind it (different route) had seen me running. He honked his horn at me and opened his door.
"Get on," he said. "Let’s try and catch him up"
Once we got moving he radioed the other driver and told him to wait for me at the next stop.
He did, and I got home at least thirty minutes earlier than I otherwise would have.
Sometimes, people, sometimes you are alright.
The one I was at yesterday was Blockbuster. The range is fairly decent for mainstream fare, the late-fees, compared with those in Japan, refreshingly gentle, and the prices are far lower than any online equivalent I’ve found in Australia. Blu-Rays for ten days for just $2.00 - hard to beat.
If I’m looking for something a little more obscure I head into Planet Video in Mt Lawley. It’s situated handily on my bus route home and a stone’s throw from the best liquor store in Perth. They have a deep, deep catalogue of arty, festival and foreign films. If you’re looking for something obscure like, say, The Navigator: A Mediaeval Odyssey, this is the place to come.
Today I almost told a video store clerk that I “Don’t really watch TV” after he asked if I had missed Reality Bites last night. Stopped myself just in time.
I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel.
There was a version of me, about five years ago, who used to ride three kilometres to work, run for thirty minutes on a treadmill then do weights for as long as he had before work. In his lunch break he zipped down to the gym again and swam laps for thirty minutes. After work he rode home again. He did this every day.
I’d like to call this guy. I have some questions for him.
You are boring. So, so boring.
Don’t take it too hard. We’re all boring. At best, we’re recovering bores. Each day offers a hundred ways for us to bore the crap out of the folks with whom we live, work, and drink.
From Scott Simpson’s You Are Boring
He finds an old yellowed envelope containing the last letter his grandmother ever wrote him. He’s never read it. He won’t read it this time either. He saves it for the day he might have the courage to read it.