Not surprising, YouTube keeps algorithms of what you might like to watch based on what you have already. Well, my brain a version of that too. Husband wanted to show me incredible baseball plays. I'm a fan of sportsmanship and cool plays more than team loyalty. We enjoyed a few plays. One reminded on me of a a scene from the movie Little Big League. After explaining, "No, not the one where the kid is the pitcher, the one where the kid is the owner and manager" I showed him the big cool play scene.
So, I also remember from my multiple re-watching as a kid the math homework scene. It showed up in the watch next suggestions. I didn't want to watch it. Mainly because I didn't want to feel dumb. My husband and I are nerds so we would want to solve it. I'm a competitive nerd so I would have wanted to solve it first.
Even with the video showing us the solution, I didn't want to take Jonathan Silvermans's explanation at face value. We brought out the pen and paper. And after my husband solved it for that particular problem, I asked if the generic formula made sense. He shrugged. That's when I cribbed his work and pulled out a pencil. Dude, I can't do math with a pen. What are you, an animal?
Husband was able to do better than me by setting up the problem, I was able to extract the formula to confirm the dialogue of the movie.
It's the best I could have hoped for given our teamwork got us there. Good job, timid guy from Weekend at Bernie's....and us math nerds, I guess.
I should have realized that weirdo fans like me can quickly bond with other weirdos that like the same things. I was out at a show last night and see across the stage someone I met at a festival 4 years ago. I follow her on Twitter and we chatted about the last show we saw each other at. And looked forward to seeing the friend she was saving a seat for who was the one that introduced us. Naturally, I reintroduced myself to two of their other friends as they chatted about a show next month that I already had tickets for. I also was looking for another fan I see at shows and was a little bummed he wasn't there. To top it all off, I made small talk with a group behind me about the show. They chatted about the last show they were at and a piece involving audience participation. Before I know it, I realized a comment thrown out about "some girl" was referring to me. So, there you have it. Fans being friends is a real thing. See you all at the next show!
I went to four live shows, three stand up, one podcast recording in the last month. Here's what blew my mind right now. After each show, I got to have conversations with the performers. They are kind people and very good to their fans. What's amazing is that they remember me. I have long term fan status. I get hugs. I know it's politeness to an extent, but it means a lot to me. I know they appreciate the support, but I appreciate their effort. I don't think it's fake and that's enough for me. They give a hug, I buy some merch. Oh, now it sounds dirty. I retract my statement. But not my hug.
It finally happened. I always heard about it but thought it was really strange. As I was on the train home from work yesterday, I hear this very loud coversation between two women. Well, it was more like one loud woman with occasional single word interjections from the other. She's describing a different conversation to a man about Star Wars. Then after a few more sentences says that she actually meant "Star Track". I wondered if she was being intentional with her choice of words, but the more I heard, nope. Apparently she wasn't interested in either. There was a gleeful detatchment that I interpreted as "I'm not into that nerd crap." Yes, it was my interpretation and I chose to make her judgemental. I swear that interpretation was only partially based on context of being forced to listen to her boring conversation. She seemed happy to not know the difference. I sort of get being proud of being detached. I like not giving a crap about sports ball. At the same time I understand people's enthusiasm. I also get their rage fits when things go south. That's the main reason I like to detach. That way you don't spontaneously sob when one of your beloved GOT character dies for crappy character development that could have been accomplished instead with the FREAKING..... Sorry. My point is while I don't stand tall with my Warriors jersey hooting about three-peats (side note: they were giving away Warriors Tshirts outside my office yesterday. I love free crap, but I tamed my inner hoarder), but I am aware the name of the team. Seriously, Star Track? It's not like you're being asked to remember the full title of Borat or Birdman. Okay, I'll save you 2 Goggle searches: Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)
Hey, that's a song. We have tickets to see the Avengers. I have friends posting their selfies in the movie theaters. I tempted fate by looking up the voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y. I have so much to do and all I seem to want to do is go online and risk having the movie spoiled. I mean, it's not as bad as my teenagers years where I spoiled Alien for myself as I looked up movie quotes on IMDb while there was still at least 30 minutes left. My husband tells me that even if he knows how it ends, he can still enjoy watching. He considers this a cultural event and enjoys participating. I'm making myself so anxious, and demand that this better be the greatest movie ever. I hated Infinity War.. the first time I saw it. It left me upset. Husband didn't know it was meant to be two parts so he was totally confused. We rewatched it last night and even though I was upset, I wasn't fraught. It is an excellent movie.
(Crap! I doubled checked if rewatch was a word and the first article up is about Marvel movies. I should have known.) Sigh. There are plans for a three plus hour movie (Damn, I want to look up the exact time and now I'm paranoid.) and a meal out. Will my bladder betray me? Will I dehydrate? In my younger years, I ran out of Return of the King because I really had to pee and those fake endings can bite me. Still, I have a date with my husband tonight to see a movie we are excited to see. I also have brunch plans with a nerd friend that was there opening day. There are talks to be had. Hopefully. I hope I'm not upset again. There will be "real" deaths happening. This is the endgame.
Don't tell my friend, but I'll be okay if Tony is doesn't make it. Oh, I might even cry. Please don't let this be a movie where I cry... Hey, that killed come time. Only two hours left.
After listening to a podcast covering the War of the Roses and the hosts recommending The Other Boyelyn Girl, I was immediately watching the trailer. I remember when this movie came out and read through the plot as I figured I wouldn't enjoy the movie, but curious about the story. At least the non-spolied by common knowlege history parts of the story.
Here I am eleven years later and a decade plus of Marvel movies and extensive casts has destroyed my perception of this period drama. So Black Widow and Jane Foster are fighting over the Hulk's attention (no the other Hulk, no the other Hulk) AND Black Widow is married to Dr. Strange? I suppose it tracks as much as Justice League. Well, I'm seeing Captain Marvel tomorrow and with that being a period piece, that should add to the fun. Wait, hot Dumbledore/Watson is in this one? But Watson/Bilbo was already in Civil War and Black Panther. Damn you Marvel. But also thank you.
Holy crap, I am literally in the same place I was last post. Or the same airport and impatiently waiting for my flight. This time I have my loving husband with me and pointed out the exact display that made me miss him one month ago. I'm happy to have this contrast. In fact, I am currently watching his crap (that he told me to guard with my life) while he does our standard preflight ritual stuff. Nothing like the preflight nervousness to make want to pee. Oh, he's back. My turn. Got to enjoy this luxurious bathroom trip while my purse and travel pillow are protected. Ahhh....marriage.
