February 13th, 2006


The Treasure of the Sierra Madre

It only took thirty-six years, but I finally saw The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. It was kind of cool to see where the line "I don't have to show you any steenkin' badges" came from, as well as the archetype of the bearded old prospector who talks nonsense, laughs at everything ("A-hee-hee-hee!") and dances the occasional jig. On the other hand, I'm so used to the cool, collected Humphrey Bogart of Casablanca, Key Largo and The Maltese Falcon that it was kind of weird to see him playing such a pathetic loser.

I liked it for the most part, but I gotta admit by the end I thought the story had gone completely out of control. The last half hour was comprised of long stretches of secondary characters speaking Spanish without subtitles and needless plot complications piled on top of each other to the point of Perils of Pauline-esque absurdity (the bandits got the gold...but wait, they didn't realize and they left it somewhere...but wait, there's a sandstorm...but wait...) Still, I liked most of it, and I can see why it's considered a classic.

Getting Paid for Being Single

I've always liked Valentine's Day, regardless of whether I'm involved with someone. I've never been one of those bitter people who hate it if I happen to be single when the day rolls around. I mean, it's a whole day devoted to love. How cool is that? If I'm not able to partake in its couply awesomeness one year, there's always next time.

But it still feels a little weird that I'm filling in at the video store tomorrow night because I'm the only one there who doesn't have somebody. I'm happy to help out, and I'm sure they'd do the same for me, but still...I'm getting paid for being single. Can't really say it's worth it in the long run, but I guess money's always nice to have.

Plus, I suspect I'll be meeting a hell of a lot of single women from my neighborhood at the video store that night.