Scared Bunny

OK, I watched a movie today instead of doing anything productive. Partially because when I woke up at 9AM it seemed too early to get up since I had no plans for the day. Then I rolled over and it was almost noon. I was considering getting up then, but somehow fell back asleep and the next thing I know it’s after 1. By the time I was moving and doing stuff it was 2. I suppose I could have done something productive, but once I had fixed the vacuum and done some cleaning, I had kind of decided that this was not going to be my day.

So I popped in the move Inside Deep Throat. In case you are wondering, no, it’s not porn. It’s a documentary about the porn movie, though. I’d heard it was a good doc, but it really wasn’t. I guess part of it is because I don’t buy a lot of the basic premises of the movie, and I don’t buy for a second that “Deep Throat was less about the joys of oral sex than it was about the freedom to speak out against shame and hypocrisy” Yeah, I hate censorship. I think it’s real funny that one of the guys they showed in a news show defending the prosecution was a guy that spent his whole life pretending he was straight and had even used homosexuality as a way to smear political enemies. But let’s get real.

I don’t buy for a second that the people that were making porn in 1972 were doing it out of some sort of desire to change society. The freaking female stars first lead role was in a movie called Dog Fucker, which is about a woman fucking a German shepherd. Everyone doing it did it for sex or money. Hell, the guys that made the movie needed funding and immediately went to guys in the mob. If I am trying to make a social statement, I would think that involving organized crime is probably going to blunt the impact.

But there were some funny things in the movie. My favorite was this old couple in Miami. He ran the kind of theaters in Florida where one would want to show Deep Throat. And he knew that to get the movies he had to do business with mob guys. So he did. But the whole time he is telling the story, his wife is in the next room yellng at him to shut up. She sounded convinced that, 30 years later, he was going to go to jail because he knew these guys. It was funny watching her basically telling her husband to keep his trap shut and that he shouldn’t be doing the interview. Then, later in the film, they are interviewing him again and his wife comes home and, once she sees what’s going on, starts yelling at him again. And he just totally takes it. He was so beaten down by a lifetime with this woman that he took everything she had to dish out. It was absolutely classic. Plus, I swear she could be my ex-wife’s grandmother. I have seen her yell at her husband like that. Of course he is going deaf and refuses to use a hearing aid, so it’s OK.

I also saw Cinderella Man. That kid from Gentle Ben sure is lucky his brother is Ron Howard so he can get those shitty little parts in all those movies.

I have come to the conclusion that the Internet has got to be the place all the crazy people hang out these days. I know we always picture the truly crazy as recluses, but the Internet allows them to be reclusive yet strangely social at the same time. The biggest indication for this is how people react when they are either banned from a web site or asked to leave. As soon as that happens they suddenly become even more active. One woman kept signing up on a site I go to with different names for weeks. She had at least 5 fake names, and even months, later people wonder if she’s still there, just hiding better. Another person there suddenly found the time to be very active after it was made pretty clear he wasn’t wanted. Now he’s there all the time, I guess waiting to finally be banned.

You see the same thing every night at Woot.com. If you aren’t familiar with Woot, they are a web site that sells one product at a time. At midnight Texas time they post a new product every night. It will be available until they sell out or for 24-hours, whichever comes first. And they have a forum for each item where people can comment or ask questions. Every night there are people who have to have their posting rights suspended because they have an uncontrollable urge to post “First Page!”. For these people, they have an uncontrollable desire to, for some reason, be among the first to comment.

The other strange group there are people that, if the item isn’t something they want, they have to post every night how shitty the product is. I will admit that most nights I am not the least bit interested in what they have. I do not, however, think that means I need to tell the world how bad it sucks, even if it does. Maybe I’m crazy, but it seems reasonable to me to assume someone else might want it. One guy keeps complaining that the product is lame and that they should sell a couch. I am not sure, but I have never seen anything even remotely like a couch on the site. I certainly wouldn’t stay up until midnight specifically to see if they might suddenly decide to sell a couch that night.

But I am glad the Internet is there. I can get my crazy people fix without dating crazy women. There’s no sex, but it’s still OK.