“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what two people share with each other when they are uncool.” Phillip Seymour Hoffman in “Almost Famous,” 2001
Sitting and watching this movie the night before the Fourth of July I am wondering where it all went. Waxing philosophical is a past time of mine at this particular point in time. I am having a particularly harsh time of it this week, and I do not really know why. I type away at this keyboard and what I really want to do is crawl into my bed and cry.
I am exhausted and see little relief in the near future. I would normally be on vacation right now, but the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune have dictated that I am back in school…as a student instead of as a teacher. I exist in this strange seemingly bizarre reality where 90% of everyone in my life calls me “Mr. Reilly.” When in the hell did I become a “Mister: or a “Sir?”
I watch this movie that takes place in the 1970’s when life stood for something. Albeit, a life of irresponsibility, peculiarity, and beauty. A simple life where the pursuit of happiness stood for all, and reality was a crashing bore. Even after so many years, I find that I still yearn for that ease and comfort. I want to go to a WHO concert, smoke some stuff I got from a dude outside the arena, and try to get backstage and party with whoever would talk to us. Hopefully this meant the company of whatever nubile young ladies not lucky enough to make it into the bands room. Who would deny that those long lost earlier times always appear grand with the benefit of hindsight and an eight year old movie rerun on one of the second level cable movie channel.
I yearn to be young again, but that passion for times gone is just another shot at grumbling about my age. Oh my aching ass! Grow the hell up, “Mister Reilly.”
Well, now that I have that out of my system, I can get on with the real reason for this evenings tirade. I am waiting on some e-mail that has my life shut down to a certain extent. It is an annoying fact of life that technology, with all its wonders, is undeniably uncooperative at times. So I get to waste some time meandering around the words in my head and typing what is assuredly dribble. Well, you opened the link, so you get to read this slaver.
Wiling my time at this keyboard I have the television on and have discovered an amazing fact. The dialogue used in the soft porn industry that keeps cable industry afloat after could use some help. Actually it is quite amusing. I am listening and not watching and it is actually bringing me to a better mood. Nothing like the absurd to beat off the beast that is “Mister Reilly.” God save cable television.
Well it is time to get back to some serious television watching. I have a pirate movie recorded and I think I will delve into the realm of “shoes and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings.” Peace