Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
That cliche about being a child of the MTV generation and having a short attention span, being used to rapid video cuts and the instant gratification of the Internet over a broadband connection? I think it applies to me. I border on attention deficit disorder these days. I can't finish any books but have started eighty, I can't wait for anything without losing all patience. I was watching some guy make my sandwich at Subway a few days ago and nearly jumped over the counter to make it myself. Can you call to pre-order your sandwich there? I don't think the guy was working all that slowly, either. I hate driving places--I wish I could just teleport over. And when I do drive, it's a race to the catch every green light, to rocket through every yellow light, find every possible shortcut which will prevent me from having to sit at a red light, drumming on my steering wheel in frustration.
My laptop at work was ancient, four years old. It was an dinosaur, and booting up into Windows 2000 was ridiculously slow. I'd boot up my laptop, wait five minutes for the login screen, type in my password, then go away for breakfast. About fifteen minutes later my laptop would be ready for use. So every morning begain with frustration. Finally I got a new laptop with Windows XP and now it's booted up and ready for login in about a tenth of the time. Much better. Then I upgraded from Windows 2000 to Windows XP on my home computer (to enable Remote Desktop Connection from my Mac) and now it takes forever to boot up. You just can't win.
I need to take a long road trip where I see nothing for miles on end, just to force myself to slow down.
I almost snorted up my lunch watching Christopher's intervention scene. That was one of the funniest five minutes of television I've ever watched.
The Sopranos has a distinctive way of ending its episodes. The camera frames a shot and holds it for a few seconds, then the music comes on. It's not the type of neat ending you see on television normally, or some sort of suspenseful cliffhanger. Usually some emotional realization, often unpleasant, has descended on one of the characters and the music and visual still-shot combine to make a wry comment about the travails of mob (read: modern) life. Creative stuff.
My laptop at work was ancient, four years old. It was an dinosaur, and booting up into Windows 2000 was ridiculously slow. I'd boot up my laptop, wait five minutes for the login screen, type in my password, then go away for breakfast. About fifteen minutes later my laptop would be ready for use. So every morning begain with frustration. Finally I got a new laptop with Windows XP and now it's booted up and ready for login in about a tenth of the time. Much better. Then I upgraded from Windows 2000 to Windows XP on my home computer (to enable Remote Desktop Connection from my Mac) and now it takes forever to boot up. You just can't win.
I need to take a long road trip where I see nothing for miles on end, just to force myself to slow down.
Jen saves Ben
A new video game, Jen Saves Ben, features Ms. Lopez rescuing Mr. Affleck from kidnappers. Is anyone more overexposed right now than J. Lo? Did Ben agree to the premise of this videogame? I thought it was Posh Spice, or was it David Beckham, that was the one who was a victim of a kidnap plot.Intervention
Caught myself up on The Sopranos this season. If you haven't watched it yet, you might not want to read ahead.I almost snorted up my lunch watching Christopher's intervention scene. That was one of the funniest five minutes of television I've ever watched.
The Sopranos has a distinctive way of ending its episodes. The camera frames a shot and holds it for a few seconds, then the music comes on. It's not the type of neat ending you see on television normally, or some sort of suspenseful cliffhanger. Usually some emotional realization, often unpleasant, has descended on one of the characters and the music and visual still-shot combine to make a wry comment about the travails of mob (read: modern) life. Creative stuff.