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April 27, 2004

"The new phone book is here! The new phone book is here!"

Yeah, so my "Master and Commander" DVD came in the mail today, and I was as excited as Navin R. Johnson was when the new phone book came. After all, it was my favorite movie of 2003, and though I don't want to overhype it for Terry, it was better than 10 Super Bowls (or, to put it another way, director Peter Weir makes Michelangelo look like a douchebag).

But wait! My place got ripped off one week ago (a fact I was somewhat reluctant to share openly right after it happened - my apologies to those I didn't talk to), and my DVD player is, how shall I put it, "being exchanged for crack somewhere." They caught the guy they think did it, but I don't expect to see it (or any of my other stuff) anytime soon. Theoretically, Allstate is going to come through for me, but that's neither here nor there.

Here I was today, a brand new DVD in my trembling fingers, and I had nowhere to watch it. Oh, we have tons of DVD players at work, but it just wouldn't do to watch a 150-minute movie while I'm on the clock, as it were. I entertained thoughts of using our magnificent screening room, but I was too much of a pussy to stroll in and fire it up (though I haven't asked around, I can only assume the opportunity cost of utilizing our theater for personal use is about the same as... well, there's no clever comparison I can think of right now, but it's probably a lot of money!!1!).

So here I am, I've been dying to see this movie since November (when I saw it in the theater), and I can't. I guess it's not the worst thing in the world that could happen to a guy, and it's tangentially related to the concept of "film," so I figured I'd share.

Hey, I never said this would be an interesting story.