Television Pwnz Me
So, I was home alone last week, and when this happens I usually go into insane-coding-mode and live in front of the computer. But I have come to realize that I’m not capable of doing that anymore - I burn out and accomplish nothing for weeks afterwards. So, instead, I worked regular hours, and watched a lot of TV (way healthier, I’m sure). Specifically, I got hooked on a little show called Heroes. 23 episodes later, I was able to again function as a normal(ish) human being. That’s about 17 hours. In 4 days. I tried to stop, but each frickin episode ends with a wild cliffhanger. I guess that’s not such an issue when episodes only come out once a week, but when the next episode is right there, the choice between “Find out if Hiro dies” and “Consume sustenance necessary for life” is basically made for you. Maybe I’m just less desensitized because I hardly ever watch TV*, but I can’t imagine how people with cable get anything done….
I also rented David Lynch’s Mullholland Drive. I’ve seen it before - I think I watched it in high-school on a friend’s recommendation, although there is a good chance that recommendation was more about the lesbian scenes and less about the plot (classy, I know). I remember it being completely confusing, and I think I fell asleep. But they have a David Lynch section at Bay Street Video, and the sticky-note on the box said it was one of Lynch’s best, so I gave it anther try.
Well, I stayed awake this time. But it was still completely confusing. I spent an hour or two afterwards reading different explanations of the plot on the interweb. Reading between the lines, it seems like everyone agrees that David Lynch is completely screwing with us, but the agreement ends there. I had assumed that the girl was a meth addict (because of her teeth at the end), but maybe she just wasn’t brushing enough. Either way, I highly recommend it. After all, when was the last time you watched a movie where people felt it necessary to create websites explaining the plot? (Besides Star Wars and Harry Potter, you dorks). Just don’t watch it late at night. Or think too hard about it afterwards. And close your eyes when they look for the monster near the beginning (it is extremely creepy and had me all paranoid when I went to the bathroom…).
Apparently I also have become nocturnal. It’s 3am again. Argh.
* This is not entirely true. Last semester, about 100 hours of my life were wasted on the wacky mishaps of Lorelai and Rory. That’s right, I’ve seen all 7 seasons of the Gilmore Girls. I’ve also seen almost 3 full seasons of House. Really, I’m a closet TV junkie. But at least I only see the good stuff. Er, except for that Gilmore Girls thing….