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Silent Hill, Good Samaritan, stuph
Jun. 6th, 2006 12:27 amWent to see "Silent Hill" at the $1 movie theater (Restaurant Row). It's a horror movie, though you could probably MST3K at least the first third or so of it. Beyond that, I'll make just two comments on this film (hopefully no spoilers):
Comment #1: I've never liked the sound of air raid sirens. When the state Civil Defense tests its sirens here on the first state working day of each month, I'm usually indoors at work during the test so I don't hear them. The few times I was at home, I had the a/c running and the windows closed (I was in between mid-shifts and wanted to ensure that I didn't lose any sleep at the time), so I didn't hear them either. A few times I woke up around 10 am-ish thinking that I heard the test going on (it's conducted at 11:45am), then couldn't really get back to sleep afterward.
Anyway, I digress. After "Silent Hill" I can say that I now like the sound of air-raid sirens even less. :P
Comment #2: Silent Hill isn't a bad movie so much as it has kind of a depressing ending. It's not a sad ending per se, but it's definitely not a happy one either.
After the movie, we met at the Zippy's Restaurant in McCully. That was uneventful, but after I left I was heading back home, cruising in the middle lane on King Street, when -- just before the King/McCully intersection, I came upon a disabled car. Initially I'd planned to pull out to the left, but then realized that the car didn't have its hazards on and thought that someone could easily rear-end that car. Since my car was fully functional, I pulled up about 3/4 of a car length behind the disabled car and immediately put my hazards on. Meanwhile, a few other people were trying to get the car jump-started (it had stalled, was apparently an automatic, and had a dead battery). I waited a few minutes until HPD showed up and cleared me to leave, then pulled out and headed home. It turned out the car's occupants couldn't even move it because the car wouldn't shift out of park (it was an older car so I don't know if it had a shift lock override switch or not).
It'll be nice if good karma/blessings come out of what I did tonight, but I won't hold my breath waiting.
Finally, one thing I'm grateful for is having good friends... not just to hang around with, but also having a pawful that I can confide in (and you know who you are!)... those I can tell stuff to that I would never tell my family, period. And as a Biblical proverb goes, "friends always show their love." Of course it's not all a bed of roses, but a good friendship will weather any storms that threaten it. And, to all my friends -- but especially my good friends -- I love you all. I may not always say it, but I'll do my best to show it.
Comment #1: I've never liked the sound of air raid sirens. When the state Civil Defense tests its sirens here on the first state working day of each month, I'm usually indoors at work during the test so I don't hear them. The few times I was at home, I had the a/c running and the windows closed (I was in between mid-shifts and wanted to ensure that I didn't lose any sleep at the time), so I didn't hear them either. A few times I woke up around 10 am-ish thinking that I heard the test going on (it's conducted at 11:45am), then couldn't really get back to sleep afterward.
Anyway, I digress. After "Silent Hill" I can say that I now like the sound of air-raid sirens even less. :P
Comment #2: Silent Hill isn't a bad movie so much as it has kind of a depressing ending. It's not a sad ending per se, but it's definitely not a happy one either.
After the movie, we met at the Zippy's Restaurant in McCully. That was uneventful, but after I left I was heading back home, cruising in the middle lane on King Street, when -- just before the King/McCully intersection, I came upon a disabled car. Initially I'd planned to pull out to the left, but then realized that the car didn't have its hazards on and thought that someone could easily rear-end that car. Since my car was fully functional, I pulled up about 3/4 of a car length behind the disabled car and immediately put my hazards on. Meanwhile, a few other people were trying to get the car jump-started (it had stalled, was apparently an automatic, and had a dead battery). I waited a few minutes until HPD showed up and cleared me to leave, then pulled out and headed home. It turned out the car's occupants couldn't even move it because the car wouldn't shift out of park (it was an older car so I don't know if it had a shift lock override switch or not).
It'll be nice if good karma/blessings come out of what I did tonight, but I won't hold my breath waiting.
Finally, one thing I'm grateful for is having good friends... not just to hang around with, but also having a pawful that I can confide in (and you know who you are!)... those I can tell stuff to that I would never tell my family, period. And as a Biblical proverb goes, "friends always show their love." Of course it's not all a bed of roses, but a good friendship will weather any storms that threaten it. And, to all my friends -- but especially my good friends -- I love you all. I may not always say it, but I'll do my best to show it.
