Sleepless In Seattle
                                    Part II
                                     
                                    Well it's been a whole year since I started journaling here. Is it still considered journaling
                                    when you don't write about your deep inner feelings, and just keep track of your random opinions and crap? Well, whatever
                                    it's called, I've been doing it a year. It doesn't really matter, I just thought I would make note of the fact.
                                     
                                    It's really hard to come up with crap to write about. Usually it's whatever I happen to be watching on TV, which doesn't
                                    help any when I keep watching the same crap over and over.
                                     
                                    Like right now Sleepless In Seattle is on. This is a movie about two people who meet and fall in love on a radio
                                    talk show even though they don't know one another. It's fate. It's kismet. It's chutzpah.
                                     
                                    This is not to be confused with 
You've Got Mail, which was about these same two people who fall in love even
                                    though they don't know each other, only this time it's over the internet. And there's a subplot about 
Children's Books, which really isn't kinky at all even though it totally sounds like it is just from my saying it like that.
 
                                    I see commercials for fruit roll-ups all the time even though I've never tasted one. Are they supposed to be better for
                                    you than Snickers bars?
                                     
                                    OK, in this movie, Tom Hanks is a widower with a young son. He lives in Seattle and is depressed and never sleeps. Meg
                                    Ryan is a single writer living in New York City who hears Tom Hanks talking on a radio show and becomes obsessed with him.
                                     
                                    From this point, there's a number of things that could happen:
                                     
                                    
                                    - Meg Ryan does some research and finds out where Tom Hanks lives and goes to work for him as his nanny and tries to seduce
                                    him and worm her way into the little boy's heart and eventually turns them against one another and then tries to kill the
                                    kid so that she can have Tom Hanks all to herself except the kid gets away and at the very last minute Tom Hanks stabs her
                                    to death in the middle of the kitchen floor, and of course they have to eat out that night because there's a dead woman in
                                    their kitchen, 
                                    
- Tom Hanks was, without his knowledge, part of a secret government experiment that removed the part of his brain that controls
                                    his sleep functions and his wife isn't really dead, she was just kidnapped and reprogrammed to think that she was Meg Ryan,
                                    and what they think of as fate and destiny is really invisible government ninjas trying to assasinate them, 
                                    
- It turns out that Meg Ryan not only lives in New York, she lives in the New York of 1978, and she is receiving radio broadcasts
                                    from the future, and tries to use her knowledge to prevent the death of Tom Hanks wife, only it turns out that she was this
                                    top government official whose death actually had prevented a full-scale nuclear confrontation in Western Europe, and millions
                                    of people die in the end, 
                                    
- You know how sometimes people say that if you remember someone they aren't really dead because they live on in your dreams?
                                    Well, what if that was literally true and the dead wife was living in Tom Hanks dreams kind of like Freddy Kruegger only not
                                    so gross-looking? And so she's tormenting him and trying to kill him and so he hooks himself up to this brain machine like
                                    Keifer Sutherland did in Flatliners, and he has to battle her and she's dressed like Xena Warrior Princess?
Unfortunately, none of these things happens. In fact, nothing happens. They kind of go on about their lives and in the
                                    last .002 seconds of the movie they kind of meet and hold hands and then Jimmy Durante sings "As Time Goes By". Which might
                                    not seem weird if you don't know who Jimmy Durante is, but trust me it totally is. About as weird as, say, Bea Arthur singing
                                    "The Long And Winding Road".
                                    Crappy music notwithstanding, the movie does end. There are worse movies, and more boring movies. Or maybe I'm just telling
                                    myself that so I don't feel so stupid for having wasted the last hour and a half of my life.
                                    Here's another commercial. This is a long one. It's about some fatburner crap that you take to make you thin. And then
                                    after all the scientific stuff and testimonials, there is a disclaimer that says "Results not typical". So all that scientific
                                    stuff didn't mean that it will work, just that it might work. By the same token, it might work
                                    to take a drill to your skull and remove the part of your brain that tells you to eat, but those results wouldn't be typical
                                    either. And anyway, I don't just want to know the best that could happen, I want to know the worst. And then I want to know
                                    the odds.
                                    (For those keeping track, that was four times I used the word "crap", and two references to invasive brain surgery
                                    for today).
                                    OK, movie's over. I am going to shower and get dressed for church.
                                    (From The Mailbag May 31)
                                    Letter #1: ...Anyway you say that in You've Got Mail they don't
                                    know each other....they do know each other and they are kind of rude to each other in the beginning and she hates him...she
                                    owns a little independent books store and he works for a large chain....blah blah blah...Point is THEY DO KNOW EACH OTHER.
                                    
                                    I stand corrected. Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan do know each other in real life...I mean,
                                    real life in the movie. But the online Tom Hanks didn't know that he knew the online Meg Ryan in real life in the movie. I
                                    know it's confusing but I can sum it all up here by just saying, the movie sucks. 
                                    And as usual, yes, you are entitled to your own opinion. I mean, I liked Tom Hanks when he
                                    was just doing comedy and I even like Meg Ryan....it's just these movie, jeez. Enough already. My opinion.
                                    Letter #2: ...In Sleepless In Seattle, Meg Ryan lived in Baltimore, not New York City. Subtle
                                    difference there. You must be confused because they met at the Empire State Building in the end...
                                    ...Yes, that, and the fact that I was only half-watching the movie. My mistake. At any rate, I'm certain that to the
                                    folks who live there, there is a huge difference between Baltimore and New York City. And that those folks even care. But if
                                    you took an electron microscope, that can magnify objects a billion billion times their normal size, you still wouldn't be
                                    able to see my interest in this subject. But thank you for reading my site, and come again.
                                    Those Bastards At Enron
                                    
                                    
                                    Those bastards at Enron really burn me up. They think they can do whatever they want and we're supposed to sit here going
                                    "la la la".
                                     
                                    They think they can just take the depreciated equity capitalized by third party management assets and project their retained
                                    earnings over a five year period by offsetting the dividend margins so that a red flag doesn't go up at the SEC. What do they
                                    care? Those third party investors don't even exist, and their stock options are amortized in a statement of retained earnings
                                    over tax liabilities they're not even required to report to minority shareholders. They're just paper targets. And no one
                                    does anything about it. They can just devalue the European market and rollover their acquired capital gains into low-yield
                                    bond futures, and we're not even supposed to ask questions.
                                     
                                    Those bastards.