At Least I Kept Myself From Coming Up With A "Dream Cast"

Perhaps even more than I’m waiting to move into my condo, I’m waiting for the movie Annapolis to finally open in theaters.
Am I eager for it to open because I have a strong desire to see it? No, not at all. Quite the reverse, in fact.
My total lack of interest in seeing this movie, which I actually already saw over twenty years ago when it starred Richard Gere and Louis Gossett Jr. and was called An Officer and a Gentleman, is the reason why I’m so eager to have it open in theaters. After all, once it does I will no longer have to see ads for it every five minutes.
On the topic of movies, on Saturday I had the damnedest time getting to sleep, in part because I just felt physically restless, but also because I couldn’t get my mind to shut off enough to fall asleep as I found myself lying there coming up with an idea for, of all things, a Green Lantern movie.
Why? No clue.
After all, I don’t know anything about writing screenplays and I have no real interest in learning anything about writing screenplays because it would be an utterly pointless endeavor.
But there I was, unable to sleep, plotting out what would, I think, actually be a pretty kick-ass Green Lantern movie that would be faithful enough to satisfy the fanboys and still offering something to draw in non-fans.
After I had plotted the whole thing out in my head I still couldn’t shut my brain off and get to sleep, as I immediately started coming up with ideas for the sequels.
Somewhere along the line I managed to put a stop to the fruitless and pointless mental exercise, though, and drifted off to a less-than restful night’s sleep that actually necessitated my having to resort to the use of caffeine on Sunday morning.
I actually gave up caffeine, or rather, caffeinated beverages, as I don’t really go terribly far out of my way to avoid caffeine, at the same time that I gave up drinking.
My “no caffeine” policy doesn’t extend as far as not eating chocolate, so it’s not a total abstinence thing like my not drinking, or my not smoking, or my sex life, though I don’t know that you can really count that as abstinence so much as just the natural order of things.
I mean, saying that I’m abstaining from having sex would be like saying that I’m abstaining from flying under my own power or growing a third arm. I might just as well say that I’m abstaining from teleporting.
A while ago I actually found a site that’s something of a support group for the “Involuntarily Celibate,” or, as they call themselves, incel.
Personally, I prefer one of the alternative names suggested on the site: non-ogamous.
I never really checked the site out much, as it’s not really support that I need so much as…well, I’m sure you can figure it out.
On a peripherally-related subject, this morning after the walk through my realtor and I headed to a nearby Starbucks to go over some things. In the course of our conversation on the way in he asked me what I do to “blow off steam.” I mentioned that I write and draw, and of course I mentioned Threshold, but if I had answered truthfully, I would have said that I pretty much don’t blow off steam.
This is, of course, why someday I will most likely explode like some kind of old, poorly-constructed and maintained boiler.
All I can do is hope that I don’t take too many other people with me, though given how much time I spend alone that probably won’t be an issue.
In all honesty, if I ever do “explode,” it probably wouldn’t be terribly dramatic. It would probably be something along the lines of me being in a grocery store and suddenly yelling, “Why is it so goddamn hard for you people to stay out of my way?” followed by me sheepishly walking out the door, after I manage to maneuver around the old lady who’s parked her cart sideways in the middle of the aisle right in front of the brand of green beans I wanted to buy.
No shooting spree, no high-speed chase that’s broadcast all over the news, just some randomly bizarre – yet stunningly mundane – occurrence that will rate little more attention than a brief mention along the lines of “oh, and there was some weirdo at the store today who yelled something about people being in his way” in the only half-listened to recounting of the events of some housewife’s day.
I just got an e-mail telling me that my tablet PC has shipped, so I should receive it sometime tomorrow.
This news puts me that much closer to being able to post handwritten entries from the comfort of my balcony or some kind of local business offering wireless Internet, and won’t that be exciting?