One-Eyed Willie Rises Again!

It's been at least a decade since I saw that movie. If you know which one I am talking about from the title, then you are cool with me.

Here's a hint. A twelve minute hint in two parts:





As I told Animala, it couldn't have gotten any nineteen eighty-fiver.

Yep, I just watched The Goonies. It was a flashback to preadolescence, when almost anything was funny. I really liked Anne Ramsey in it. She was very good at Mama Fratelli. ("So at the end the heroine is going to shoot all the Goonies?" Animala asked.)

A few months ago, at Christmas, I realized that On the Town, which I watched incessantly as a tyke, was about 3 sailors trying to get laid. Also, I realized how bad it was. Goonies was not much better, though it had its moments. But it also had a certain Angels in the Outfield bad quality to it at points. (I once mentioned Angels in the Outfield as an example as a bad movie in one of my classes, and all the kids cooed: "That was so good!" They are in for a hell of a shock in a few years.)

Oh, and a creepy neighbor update. Old Man cornered me like a confused racoon this evening. I had been on campus doing the work thing, but through an act of what I prefer to call extreme cleverness I left my glasses on my desk there, driving home with only my prescription sunglasses. Were it not for the startling ingenuity of leaving my glasses at campus, I would never have found myself in this situation, one that will lead me into the Apartment of the Damned. He was waiting for me (well, that's what it felt like) as I pulled into my building's parking lot.

"How much you gonna charge me for a computer lesson?" he asked.

"I will give you my credit card if you will stop talking to me," I wish it had been polite to say. No dice. I wouldn't take his money anyway. I'm afraid it would be moist.

He let me know that he had just gotten a new computer and he wanted to know how to do some things. He did not specify what exactly he wanted me to show him. Anyway, what I was able to gather was that he had gotten a new Gateway, one with a regular monitor, but now his new flat screen had arrived. Now, if I had been talking to almost any other neighbor, the story would end there, but not so with these guys. This evening, I went down to the basement to do laundry, and I'll be damned if there wasn't a Gateway computer monitor sitting on the sorting table of the laundry room. This raises the question:

WHAT THE FUCK IS A FUCKING COMPUTER MONITOR DOING IN THE BASEMENT? WHERE I DO MY FUCKING LAUNDRY? Why couldn't it just be in the hall outside of their apartment? With their sink?

HJ