This entry has nothing to do with the year 2000. I absolutely refuse to talk about it. Its being talked about in so many other places that I simply cannot, in good conscience, speak to you of this monumental event, for fear of making your head explode from all the excitement.
This entry is actually about pen pals. When I was in elementary school they set up a program, whereby a bunch of us Massholes started corresponding with a bunch of Detroit grease monkey Michiganites. (I actually don’t say this out of disrespect for Michiganites… I simply say it for dramatic effect…) I had a pen pal who I spoke with maybe twice. I don’t think we ever spoke of anything of signifigance (but what third grader did). But I always thought it was a neat idea, to be able to speak with someone so far away, to gain some knowledge about what the hell life was like outside the pathetic little microcosm (wow, such vocabulary!) of the Northeast.
Cut to a few years later… well quite a few years later… okay, only a few years ago actually… The internet revolutionized the whole pen-pal thing. Email, and chatrooms, and of course bulletin boards and newsgroups… they made it so much easier. And no longer was the whole thing limited to kids from Massachusetts talking to kids from Michigan. Now kids from Massachusetts could talk to kids from Moscow.
Amazing. The world, thanks to this little invention called the computer, has become so much smaller.
But more on that in Part Three.
Anyway, to make a long story short, (too late) yesterday, with little to no work to do, I took to the chatrooms at Yahoo! and met two wonderful new people; a guy from LA who has a band of his own, and a fiancee of his own (two things we talked about at length) and a really bright beyond her years teenager from PA named Tiffany. And it was great to make new friends. Really great. And I think I’ll definitely be speaking to them more than twice.
Simply a great invention.
“Man On The Moon (A Very Short Review)”
Awesome. Dead on impression by Carrey. Standout performances by all. Have to disagree with my idol (Kevin Smith for those just joining us) who hated it. I think people are quick to dismiss the film because it doesn’t really offer an easy answer, or really any answer for that matter, as to why Kaufman was the way he was. I think people who don’t pay attention the ending really aren’t getting. When Andy realizes that the guy hes gone to see at the end of the film is a total hoax and he laughs… that is the point. It is so hard to believe that anybody could really buy into the whole world is an illusion thing as Andy claims to do. Many people say that sort of shit, and are really just full of shit themselves. But the fact that a guy can laugh at something like that on his deathbed really says to me that he is 100% behind his “world as an illusion"mentality. And I think that is the point of the film, that Andy was not crazy, that he was instead, a man with a very unique world view who stood behind it to the end.
Great fucking movie no matter what anybody says. And a great movie to check out… a great movie about illusions at the end of a decade which was pretty much an illusion.
Happy New Year.
What the hell else do I say? Watching the world celebrate on TV today, I really felt something special. While in corporate hell, where everything seems to be proceeding as if nothing fucking monumental was happening this weekend, I just haven’t felt anything special about this whole New Years thing until today… but watching the Eiffel Tower light up like it did, and the sky above Sydney… for one moment… for one day… the egotistical American media has decided to pay attention to the rest of the world… and it feels great.
Back to the thing I was saying in part one… the world has gotten so small. And I think I like it better that way. There was that SAT question where they talk about the guy who grows up in this town and comes back after years and everything is so much smaller and that used to scare me… but now I like it. I like it that I can connect with all these places, and people, all over the world… if only in a small and somewhat insignificant way… if only for a moment…
if only for a moment, once in a thousand years we could all feel this good… if only for a moment… that would give me faith in this whole mess we call life.
On nights like this, I’m 100% sure there’s some God, or some higher power out there.
Happy Fucking New Year!
See You On The Flip Side.