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Like in the Movies

Miss Chicken

Little three legged cat with attitude
Admiral
How often do you things like they are portrayed in the movies/TV happen to you?

For example

1) When you wake up from a nughtmare do you ever bolt up into a sitting position like they do in the movies?

2) How often when you have to go to a building in the city do you find a parking spot right outside said building like they often do in the movies?

3) Do you use the keyboard, rather than the mouse, as much as they do in the movies?

Feel free to add to this list.
 
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4) Last time I went to Paris, I couldn't see the Eiffel Tower from my window. :(

5) I tried a song and dance routine in the street one day. Nobody I met during my routine knew the words, the tune, nor the dance moves. In fact, they all looked at me in a funny way.
 
4) Last time I went to Paris, I couldn't see the Eiffel Tower from my window. :(

5) I tried a song and dance routine in the street one day. Nobody I met during my routine knew the words, the tune, nor the dance moves. In fact, they all looked at me in a funny way.

Concenring no 4 - Lots of things that happen in Australia happen in sight of the Sydney Opera House.

Concerning no 5 - This is because Hollywood rarely makes musical anymore. If you went to India people would know the words, the tune and the dance moves.
 
1) When you wake up from a nughtmare do you ever bolt up into a sitting position like they do in the movies?
A few times, but I very rarely have nightmares.
2) How often when you have to go to a building in the city do you find a parking spot right outside said building like they often do in the movies?
Depends on the part of town! Downtown or by the university, never. Most everywhere else, all the time.
3) Do you use the keyboard, rather than the mouse, as much as they do in the movies?
Yes, I do.

The thing that I really don't understand about TV and movies is that the dialogue (why is my spell checker picking at this word???) is completely unrealistic. I don't understand how something so completely ridiculous even appears at all accurate of the real world, though it does.
 
3) Do you use the keyboard, rather than the mouse, as much as they do in the movies?

I don't really understand what you mean by this?

As for mine

6) Whenever you are in Washington, DC, you are always in Georgetown.
 
Quite often when people are using computers in movies or TV they don't use a mouse at all. All they do is type. Sometimes there isn't even a mouse in sight.
 
5) Concerning no 5 - This is because Hollywood rarely makes musical anymore. If you went to India people would know the words, the tune and the dance moves.
Funnily enough, I was in Sri Lanka and I was 5. :D
I've always longed for life to be a musical. It would be so fun! Also, the normalcy of it would mean that on some occasions it would lead to the greatest experiences of one's lifetime -- like the love song when you've found the right one -- but sometimes it would be tedious -- like, you'd have to apologize to your boss when you arrive to work twenty minutes late because some idealistic young couple was having their moment and you, happening by, were swept up into the role of backup singer and minor choreography. It'd be like the train being delayed, except instead of, "Damn stupid L train, always late!" it'd be, "Damn those kids up on 67th Street, with their perfect nanny! I've been dancing on rooftops all the way to the office!"

I've spent far to much time fantasizing that I live in such a universe.

Anyway, as to the original question: Always. In fact, I think I subconsiously make it so. As early as I can remember, I've always sort of narrated my life as I went along (the first time I remember doing so I was three), and had a sort of disossiated image of myself and what I was doing as if I were watching a movie. I think it's the reason behind my love of fashion sense -- like I'm costuming myself for the role and the script and the scenery (also why I combed my hair and did my make up before I asked my roommate to take me to the ER when I nearly died last winter). There is a wonderful lyric from Bowie: It was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor. That's how I feel all the time.

This feeling is at its most pronounced during traumatic events (which makes sense: textbook psychology), and I can think of many.

For example, I recall, on Sept. 11th, walking home across Broadway. There was an ocean of business men and women flowing north in an overheated and stumbling way, all in their business clothes, and all lightly dusted as if with flour. And there was me, in hot pink and silver, wading my way through them feeling lost, and looking like a scene in a film. Of course, everyone felt like they were in a movie that day, I suppose.
 
^^ Funnily enough, everytime I go shopping in a supermarket, I feel like I'm in a comedy movie starring Rowan Atkinson. :eek:
 
The last time I was involved in a high-speed car chase, my car flipped end over end seven times, and I emerged unscathed.

The last time I was intimate with a woman, the James Bond theme starting playing out of thin air.

The last time I was in a bank, somebody started shooting a machine gun and everything began to... move... in... slow... motion.....

Whenever I meet a beautiful young woman, she falls in love with me just because I have a great sense of humor.

Whenever I go to a high-class shindig, it always erupts into a pie-and-seltzer-water fight and no lawsuits result.

Whenever my family gets together, some long-term grudge or misunderstanding is settled and everybody hugs.

Life is like the movies! :bolian:
 
Quite often when people are using computers in movies or TV they don't use a mouse at all. All they do is type. Sometimes there isn't even a mouse in sight.

Yep, which means they either have macros for everything, or they memorized hundreds of keyboard commands. Either way, most people use the mouse, even high end technical nerds because often, it can be faster or at the very least, easier. I use keyboard commands all the time, but I still use the mouse quite a bit. Sometimes it just makes sense to use the mouse.


J.
 
The last time I was intimate with a woman, the James Bond theme starting playing out of thin air.
Actually, this reminds me! The first time I was intimate with a man was on a uniquely New York sweltering September afternoon. I was 19, and lived in Washington Heights, a neighborhood of rundown and mouse infested apartments, children cooling themselves under the streams of busted open fire hydrants, and Dominican men playing dominoes on the sidewalks. It was that time in the afternoon when the sun seems to be reaching as far as it can to touch everything and paint it orange. It was that time of summer when it's so hot you feel heavy and sweaty just sitting around, and in absence of air conditioning, we'd thrown open the huge living room window of our ancient and crooked apartment to tempt a breeze that was only strong enough to flutter the sheer, dusty rose curtains. My lover and I were on the red sofa, above which we had hung (like all artsy college sophomores had done) a series of 40's and 50's cult and film noir movie posters, and on the adjacent wall, Klimt's "The Kiss".
He was actually dressed all in black, despite the heat, and had a dark Grecian curl hanging over his forehead. We kissed, for the first time, in the golden sunlight and the oppressive heat, and just as his tongue entered my mouth, a Spanish love song complete with violins came blaring through the window, from some one's car stereo or boom box parked on the sidewalk four stories below.

It couldn't have been staged better by the greatest of cliched romance directors! How could I not go all the way?
 
In extremely windy or rainy days, I don't have any trouble keeping my smokes lit. That's a bit movie-ish, I suppose.

A woman who wronged me in one of the most heinous ways a woman can wrong a man is probably dead somewhere from a drug overdose. That's a bit of movie justice.
 
The last time I was involved in a high-speed car chase, my car flipped end over end seven times, and I emerged unscathed.

The last time I was intimate with a woman, the James Bond theme starting playing out of thin air.

The last time I was in a bank, somebody started shooting a machine gun and everything began to... move... in... slow... motion.....

Whenever I meet a beautiful young woman, she falls in love with me just because I have a great sense of humor.

Whenever I go to a high-class shindig, it always erupts into a pie-and-seltzer-water fight and no lawsuits result.

Whenever my family gets together, some long-term grudge or misunderstanding is settled and everybody hugs.

Life is like the movies! :bolian:

And every time I invent artificial life, it rebels and commits genocide.

Doesn't that suck?
 
I wish life was like the movies and I could have a house as spotless as Mrs Huxtable even when there are kids around.
 
Actually, this reminds me! The first time I was intimate with a man was on a uniquely New York sweltering September afternoon. I was 19, and lived in Washington Heights, a neighborhood of rundown and mouse infested apartments, children cooling themselves under the streams of busted open fire hydrants, and Dominican men playing dominoes on the sidewalks. It was that time in the afternoon when the sun seems to be reaching as far as it can to touch everything and paint it orange. It was that time of summer when it's so hot you feel heavy and sweaty just sitting around, and in absence of air conditioning, we'd thrown open the huge living room window of our ancient and crooked apartment to tempt a breeze that was only strong enough to flutter the sheer, dusty rose curtains. My lover and I were on the red sofa, above which we had hung (like all artsy college sophomores had done) a series of 40's and 50's cult and film noir movie posters, and on the adjacent wall, Klimt's "The Kiss".
He was actually dressed all in black, despite the heat, and had a dark Grecian curl hanging over his forehead. We kissed, for the first time, in the golden sunlight and the oppressive heat, and just as his tongue entered my mouth, a Spanish love song complete with violins came blaring through the window, from some one's car stereo or boom box parked on the sidewalk four stories below.
In addition to your artistic ability, you also have literary talent. :bolian:

And every time I invent artificial life, it rebels and commits genocide.
Every time I do it, the damned neighbors come after me with pitchforks and torches. :(
 
I've been hand-picked by the Government to be a highly-trained, highly-dangerous assassin, but first i have to lose my memory and have my parents killed.

which sucks.

they're on about exposing me to a highly experimental super-soldier procedure, which will no doubt result in an enemy agent being exposed as he murders the lead scientist who is the only one capable of replicating the procedure, guarenteeing I'll be the only one of my kind.

which sucks.

and they want me to wear a tacky flag-based uniform as i fight evil and injustice. and i'm not allowed firearms.

which sucks.
 
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