So I'm writing in the movie theater, waiting for Serendipity to start. Lately I've been finding the urge to write at inconvient times, and have had no inspiration when I have been in front of the computer. It just occured to me that I can write on my Palm, sync it, and paste the entry into Blogger. It's not as efficient as typing, but it's better than staring at the ads on the slides. At least the music is decent tonight: Tori, U2. (Tori, actually on the lowest-common-denominator movie-theater music channel. Imagine that.) No Mariah Carey or her ilk.

Some people are surprised that I like to go to the movies by myself. I've met so many people who say that they would never consider going alone. I never have received a good explanation for why it seems to be such an odd thng to do.

Yay! Previews! Royal Tenenbaums. Great cast. Looks promising.

Kevin Kline! I love Kevin Kline. Ooo and what's her name from Engish Patient -- she's great, too. The movie is Life as a House. Looks great. Sentimental, but great.

Teen flick. But my affinity for mindless teen dreck will likely draw me to this one, despite the horrible boy band soundtrack. On the Line.

[home again]

I make a hell of a lot of typos (or should that be graffitios?) on my Palm. Be glad that I cleaned it up before posting it here.

Back to the solo movie thing. I don't know why it's such a big deal to go on your own to the movies. I used to do it all the time in Columbus, which must have the largest number of second-run theaters in the universe. I saw movies at least once a week, usually more. So what if it sucked -- it was only a buck-fifty. Unless I went to Studio 35, where it was $2 for a double-feature in an old theater that served alcohol, had reasonable snack prices, and would let you order a pizza or sub from next door to snack on during the flick. Anyway, solo moviegoers don't have to compromise on what to see, or worry about how their companion is going to react to the inevitable sad-movie sobbing. It's not like the actual movie-watching is requires social interaction, either. (Unless you're a pack of giggly and obnoxious teenage girls who snuck into Moulin Rouge and think that Save the Last Dance is the finest piece of filmmaking to ever grace the screen. Then, apparently, you have license to chatter and gossip and disturb everyone around you once you realize you don't have enough brains to follow the film.) So tell me, people who won't go to movies alone, why not?

I did like Serendipity very much, by the way. Although that likely has to do more with my John Cusack fantasy than anything else.
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