Archive for June, 2007
Somebody please explain netflix to me.
Posted by Tony Hatter in Uncategorized on June 21st, 2007
Okay, I get how it works, and have my queue up to almost 300 movies (I’ve watched over twenty in the first three months). What I don’t get is how the recommendations are made. Just now in the classics section of my recommendations was Vertigo. Next to it were the words “Because you liked:” and then three movie titles. I’ll give you some time to guess what they were.
Nope, you’re wrong. They were Seven Samurai, This is Spinal Tap, and Election.
???
Okay, these recommendations have yet to mislead me, but doesn’t that sound a little odd?
Roadkill
Posted by Tony Hatter in Uncategorized on June 16th, 2007
We’ve all seen it at least a million times. We’ve all had the mixed emotions about whether to feel bad for the poor dead little creature lying in the road, or to shrug it off, mutter “so it goes,” and move along. Many of us (myself included but not while i was driving) have been in a car which caused it to happen. Roadkill happens. I almost hit a raccoon the other day. I didn’t, but it seemed like the bitch was trying to get hit.
Anyway, the thing about roadkill is that it is almost always in the past tense, and only rarely in the present tense. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the roadkill you encounter has been previously roadkilled. That other one in a hundred can cause some problems. I’m not talking about accidentally hitting an animal, though. What I’m talking about is far worse. The small percentage of the small percentage of roadkill that is not already road-dead. Yes, I’m talking about the transitive roadkill, the ones that are in the process of road-dying. Twitching in a bloody heap, willing itself toward the side of the road where it has a slim chance of survival.
Here the moral dilemma is whether to complete the road-killing or to leave the job to somebody more qualified (a Jack Kevorkian of the interstates, if you will). I bring this up, because my internal fortitude was tested recently. Faced with the opportunity to end a small creature’s suffering, my stomache turned and my tires swerved. On the one hand, how could I kill and innocent little bunny rabbit? But on the other hand, how could I let an innocent little bunny rabbit continue to suffer? I don’t know, that’s probably just one of those questions better left unanswered.