the internet is greedy
This weekend, out of the blue, I asked C if she'd ever seen the movie Wall Street. "Nope," she said, and then started telling me about all the other cultural touchstones that she'd missed. It's a long list, but at least half of it is irrelevant. I mean, seeing E.T. now isn't going to inform anybody about anything.
Well, maybe Tom Green.
ANYWAY -- I found the movie online ('found' meaning 'for free'), so I said we should watch it. "Did you find it on YouTube?" C asked. No, just the internet.
"What do you mean the internet?" C asked. "Do you mean YouTube?"
No. Just the internet. Some site on the internet. What does it matter?
"Is that site called YouTube?" C asked.
And so it went. She had a hard time understanding that the internet and YouTube -- while coexisting, albeit in a mutually-assured-destruction kind of way -- were not the same thing. Sort of like when Bud Fox struggles to understand that Gordon Gekko -- while successful -- does not, in fact, epitomize success.
ANYWAY -- we watched Wall Street (I lied and said it was on YouTube, so C could concentrate). And how did the movie stand up?
Okay. Not great. The computers are funny. Daryl Hannah's dialogue is especially painful, like something out of a highschool play. And Charlie Sheen, while still young and movie-star-ish, is already starting to look a little bloated from the drinking. But you can see how the movie was a cultural phenomenon, and Michael Douglas is sort of perfect for his role.
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Put an owl shirt in the shop today. Owls: the new foxes.