October 28, 1999

Right now, as I type this, Keith is having his porn interview.

You heard me. My boyfriend is interviewing to become a member of the pornography industry. I always suspected that this was a possibility.

Actually, it's for a company that does backend support (huh huh huh-huh huh-huh, she said "backend support") for, well, "adult content" sites. This means that if he gets the job, he will officially be a member of the porno industry.

I REALLY hope he gets the job! Would that be the greatest thing ever or what? "Yes, my boyfriend works in the porno industry, what about it?" Man! That would be awesome.

I guess everyone must not feel the same way I do, because apparently they've had trouble finding programmers to work for them. It's not that the programmers object to the porn, it's the programmers' wives or girlfriends. I don't get this. What's the big deal? It's just porn. Everybody loves porn, right? I love porn! Keith loves porn! Well, I don't know if Keith loves porn, to be quite honest. But don't all guys love porn? I bet they do.

Anyway, I'm not objecting, because all those shrewish women out there who prevent their husbands and boyfriends from getting porno jobs left the door wide open for Keith. So there. I hope the interview goes well. They scheduled an hour and a half for it, so I'm guessing they're pretty serious about hiring someone soon. We shall see. I told Keith to call me as soon as the interview was over.

I *heart* Martin Scorsese.[BRINGING OUT THE DEAD SPOILERS FOLLOW] Keith and I went to see Bringing Out the Dead last weekend. We had originally wanted to see Fight Club, but our Thai dinner took a little too long, so we got to the theater twenty minutes after the movie started. However, Bringing Out the Dead was starting right as we arrived, so we went to see that instead.

I knew absolutely nothing about this movie, except that Nicolas Cage plays an ambulance driver. Apart from that, it was a blank slate to me. Therefore, when I saw that it was a Martin Scorsese picture, I just about wet my pants. Martin Scorsese is my hero. I loved Taxi Driver so much, and Kundun rocked my world, and... Martin Scorsese is a genius. Oh yeah, and Goodfellas, can't forget Goodfellas. OK, anyway.

Bringing Out the Dead was a fine, fine movie. It takes you into the life of this character who's been a paramedic for so long that he's starting to freak out. It's been a long time since he saved a life, and it's really getting him down. He thinks he's lost his touch.

The story of that character (played by Nicolas Cage) was a good story, but the real star of the picture was New York City. It was so grimy and dark and rainy and foggy, and there were prostitutes and drug dealers, and sidewalk grates hissing steam, and dark imposing buildings -- it's the New York City that everyone imagines New York City will be, before they actually visit. It's impressively urban.

The best shot in the entire picture was down one of these gritty streets, with tall dark buildings looming on either side, but way at the end of the street, framed by darkness and grunge, was the most beautiful glimpse of the water, blue and shining and inviting. I suppose it could have been a metaphor for the entire movie, really; the idea that there's beauty and worth lying beneath all the grime is a key idea.

But metaphors notwithstanding, that shot was worth the entire price of admission. Oh, like I said, the story itself was great too. Nicolas Cage encounters the most amazing freaks and weirdos during the course of the movie, and none of it ever seems to really affect him, because he's being chased by his own personal demons. He has to find redemption, salvation of some sort. And as expected from a Martin Scorsese film, he finds it in the arms of a woman (I am highly susceptible to this type of plot development; not sure why).

The only bad part about my entire viewing experience was that it was a Martin Scorsese film, and I drank an entire large Coke. Come on, put it together. Yeah. By the time we were about half an hour from the end, I had to piss like a racehorse. Normally I would have just gone to the restroom, but jeez, it was a really good film! So I stuck it out. I think by the time the final credits rolled, my teeth were floating. Seriously.

On my way out of the theater, I pushed past a bunch of people, elbowed some of them out of my way, and stepped on some guy's foot. He'd been blocking the hallway to the restrooms, it wasn't my fault! He gave me a nasty look and I wanted to say "Hey, mister, it's your choice, get your foot stepped on or your foot pissed on, I really don't care one way or the other", but I didn't, I just made a beeline for the bathroom.

But like I said, except for that one small detail, it was a grand movie, and I'd recommend it to anyone. Just don't get the large Coke.

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