tuesday...

Man, I really want one of those new Apple laptops! One of the few beautiful things I own is my Titanium laptop. An "old school" 550mhz G4, pre-aluminum bod. I wish I could get my current case refurbed and fit with the new high-speed innards. Still, I'd also like to keep this laptop as part of my Mac evolutionary collection. It starts with a Mac Plus from the late 80s. It had a curly telephone cord type cable connecting the keyboard to the CPU! The next link in the chain is my Mac SE FDHD (WTF?) that got me thru college. Then I've got one of the "pizza box" LCIII/Performa 450s from Apple's confused era (I remember from some print interview round that time, Jodie Foster had one on her desk at Egg films). I had to buy an FPU chip for it to render 3d images on it, bleah. Then there's my beloved, evolutionary dead end of a mutant Mac - PowerWave 604/132, the Power Computing near equivalent of an 8500. After the tower of Power, there's the blue-n-white G3 that's still running some old apps for me on OS9. And finally, my kickass distressed Titanium (which actually predates the G3, purchase-wise).

That parenthetical about Ms. Foster's computer is gonna get me flagged (again) on some list at the FBI, eh?

Took a break for a late lunch at Silvertone with my friend Cyndee. I got there a little early, and she was held up a while at work. So, I planted in the bar area, got myself a diet coke, and while getting myself annoyed w the world via close captioned CNN, I overheard one of the servers talking to her coworkers about how a friend of hers gave her a membership to the Brattle for a Christmas present. Yay! She followed that up with a bit of what she thought was irony, I suppose, telling her coworkers, "...before she found out that the place was going out of business in two months!"

Boo!

She did seem to know her movies, tho. I heard her talking about THE PASSENGER, a Michelangelo Antonioni flick from the 60s starring Jack Nicholson. She also mentioned BLOW-UP, probably the most mainstream movie by Antonioni, and the film that inspired the American Travolta thriller, BLOWOUT, as well as a decent chunk of Mel Brook spoofage in HIGH ANXIETY. It sounded like she thought that was all that was playing this week, when in fact, PASSENGER would be playing on the weekend. I wanted to explain that KISS KISS BANG BANG was playing tonight, and push it on her, but you know me, I'm not gonna start up any little bit of convo with a woman I don't know without expecting a face full of pepper.

Tonight I met up with Jill, Keri, and Rachel for some foods and film. The plan was to meet at Silvertone for dindins. Originally, I thought Flash's, but the gals came up w Silvertone, and I only found out after my lunch there. I wasn't gonna complain, cuz I totally dig the place and their meatloaf and mac-n-cheese. Besides, I figured it might give me a chance to push KISS KISS, altho, of course, if the same waitress was working, it would probably be too late to get to an evening show, but, whatev, Brattle on!

Well, I beat everyone to Silvertone and found it way crowded, requiring a 45 minute wait for a party of four. The back room was in use for a private party, and there was a jammed-up glob of folks filling the bar and waiting area hoping that hostess Maureen would call them next. I couldn't spot the shiny new Brattle member working the room. O well. Maybe she was already at KISS KISS? Next time I'm there I'll try to make a point of pushing some Brattle fare.

Well, with Silvertone mobbed, we did some quick cellular networking and ended up deciding to rendezvous at Rock Bottom, around the corner from the Boston Common theater. There was no wait there and we killed a nice hour and change with some drinks, eats, and convo that ranged from sensible food portion sizes (Jill and Rachel are making some modest bucks participating in a fortified orange juice study and had talked to a nutritionist type or somethin earlier in the evening) to conjecture as to why the STONE would be so depressing for Rachel's friend (she warned Rachel that it's way sad compared to how it's promoted and what you'd expect) to *surprise surprise* volleyball, altho, really not as much as usual.

On our way out Jill grabbed a couple of "root beer barrels" from a little bin by the door. I had no idea that's what these things were or were called... little root beer flavored sucker candies in the shape of a barrel. I thought they were just some kinda mint. Not a fan of root beer, I passed on barrelling.

On our walk over to the theater, we crossed Tremont next to the Masonic temple or lodge or whatever it is, and I pointed out the sigil or standard or whatever it is, and tuned in my lame dirty birdy voice for... "Beavers...." Jill described experiencing a bit of deja vu, as I'd done the exact same thing when we walked over from Flash's to the theater a week ago to see BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN.

I'm so easy.

Heh heh.

Beavers...