1. Random Moviegoing Memory Involving the Old Century/Syufy Theaters Policy Trailer

    invisibleworkfilmwritings:

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    Century Park 12 in Redwood City. It is now abandoned. (Source: Cinema Treasures)

    When I was a youngster growing-up in Northern California, my family and/or I would patronize any one of the Century Theaters multiplexes along the San Francisco Peninsula. Aka Syufy Theaters and now owned by Cinemark Theaters, Century Theaters did not have the best theaters in the area. Most of them were domed, free-standing, “futuristic” auditoriums that were originally designed in the 60s to show large format presentations (i.e. 70mm.) Or, they were Cinerama theater rip-offs that were dated by the 1980s, cavernous and did not function optimally due to their specific form. Now, Century Theaters are located in typical, escalated complexes that feature stadium seating, 3D and what-have-you. In fact, I worked as a projectionist at one of these newer locations, right before the place converted to digital presentations.

    Still, I have many moviegoing experiences associated with the Century Theaters of the past. For instance: before every feature presentation began, their theater policy trailer would roll. Watch it below:

    And somewhere it time, it became customary for audiences to clap along with the second half of the policy trailer’s  song, a triumphant announcement that said you were about to WATCH A MOVIE, CONSARNIT.

    BUM, BUM, BUM, BUM BUM BUM, BUM BUM BUM. BUM, BUM, BUM, BUM BUM BUM, BUM BUM BUM.

    It was always a fun bit of unprompted audience participation that made moviegoing feel like something that overlapped the feeling of kindergarten with the feeling of being in a fun-loving cult.*

    *Funnily enough, a friend who grew-up in Ventura County said that she encountered the Century Theaters clap-along ritual when visiting relatives in Northern California as a kid and it freaked her out.

    BONUS: a picture of the Century 21’s roadside marquee during the San Jose theater’s heyday:

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    (Source: Mindhive on Flickr)

    Wow, this post is giving me All The Feels. Not just because  the 21/22/23 closed permanently last night, but because the Century Park 12 was the OTHER theatre I worked at in the chain. It was the flagship location when I worked there, and this version of the policy trailer was based on it. (That’s Theatre 11 the ticket flies into at the end…)

  2. zeggy:

    You know how sometimes Anderson jokes that his goal is to make it past the age of fifty, when his father died? Thing is, I don’t think he’s joking. He tries to pass it off as a joke, but I’ve heard or read in multiple interviews him saying he always sort of expected that he’d die young. I think he means it. Which really, really explains a lot.

    When you’ve thought, from the age of ten, that you’re not going to live very long, that you’ve got this ticking time bomb in your chest, well, doing something insane like forging a press pass and going to wars without even the most basic protection? It doesn’t seem that insane.

    Even now, when he’s not taking risks that are quite that stupid, it seems like he’s still got that countdown in the back of his head. I wonder if that’s part of the reason why he hasn’t had kids yet — not wanting to put a child through the loss of a father.

    I got wordy as fuck, so I did this as a reblog instead of an answer.

    I wouldn’t doubt in the slightest that, like Captain Hook and his crocodile, he still hears that clock in his sleep.  When Doug was diagnosed with cancer in ‘95, the actuarial statistics for people with his specific diagnosis showed a 60% survival rate for the first year, tapering all the way down to 5% after 20 years.  And despite all of the advances in science and medicine that we’ve seen in the 17 years since, every time he gets sick, we’re left wondering if this is the beginning of the end.

  3. earlysunsetsoverfrerard:

    What Happens Tomorrow- Duran Duran

    One of my favorites..

    I’m not overstating things by much when I say this song saved my sanity.

    The album had been out for a couple of weeks, and I hadn’t been able to pick it up yet for financial reasons. And then my partner broke up with me after almost five years, and I was shattered.  (So help me, I don’t know how my husband put up with me that week…)

    So I was…adrift…and I decided damnitall, I’ll eat ramen for a week if I have to (not that eating was high on my priority list at that point), I’m buying the album, and I’m getting the deluxe edition, because I needed some fucking cheering up.

    I put the CD on…and by the end of this song I was sobbing uncontrollably, because it was precisely the message I needed to hear at that point in my life.

  4. sprackraptor:

aspireandconspire:

homeunderground:

evalution92:

homeunderground:

Can you figure it out?

i think i got it!

what is it??

Took me fifteen minutes to figure it out. I don’t know if to be impressed by myself (because, yay, I feel as though I cracked a code of some kind) or embarrassed for myself (since the less time you take, the implication is that your mind is more “simple”).

Less than a minute. And the solution to the ??? one is two, by the way. I’m going to have to irritate my housemates with this one now. :D

…right. Not bothering to try, because I can already tell it’s just going to wind up with me in a sobbing rage at my desk because I’m too fucking stupid to figure it out.

    sprackraptor:

    aspireandconspire:

    homeunderground:

    evalution92:

    homeunderground:

    Can you figure it out?

    i think i got it!

    what is it??

    Took me fifteen minutes to figure it out. I don’t know if to be impressed by myself (because, yay, I feel as though I cracked a code of some kind) or embarrassed for myself (since the less time you take, the implication is that your mind is more “simple”).

    Less than a minute. And the solution to the ??? one is two, by the way. I’m going to have to irritate my housemates with this one now. :D

    …right. Not bothering to try, because I can already tell it’s just going to wind up with me in a sobbing rage at my desk because I’m too fucking stupid to figure it out.

  5. sprackraptor:

fuckyeahdisingenuousliberal:

[Picture: A white arm with five social-justice themed plastic bracelets on it: left-to-right, they are from Stand Up/Speak Up (one black, one white), Beat Bullying, Make Poverty History, and LiveStrong. Top Text: “Social Activism” Bottom Text: “It’s only cool when others can see it.”]

I have a plastic band on one wrist. People ask me what it’s for. I show it to them. It says “This IS my costume!” And then I tell them it glows in the dark. None of them realize that it’s true.
I have a braided rainbow bracelet tied around the other wrist. Nobody’s asked me what it’s for yet. I suspect that they just assume it’s because I’m gay, even though I’m not (exactly), especially taken in combination with my short mohawk-esque green hair and aggressively disheveled comfy clothes. That’s fine with me.

[Note: I’ve edited the description above to include the wristbands the OP couldn’t identify.]
I confess I traded a LiveStrong band for a Beat Bullying band several years ago; BB were only available in the UK, and I saw someone ask for donations to the cause in a holiday gift exchange community.  I did it because both are causes I believe in strongly, as a victim of bullying and the wife of a cancer survivor.  And I wore both - not because I wanted other people to think I was Social Justice Sally or anything, but because they served as a reminder to me that other people gave a damn about these issues.
Indeed, the LiveStrong band I wore was not one I bought, but one that was given to me by a classmate.  I was in an Office Skills class at the same time I broke up with one of my former partners; I was having a VERY bad day, and couldn’t talk about why, because I knew it was the wrong atmosphere in which to try and be out as poly.  But she saw me crying at my desk and trying to hide it, and came over with a hug and a wristband.  “Feel your feelings,” she said, “but wear this.”  So in addition to the larger meaning of the band, it became a much more personal, literal thing for me: Live strong, and you will overcome what seems insurmountable at the moment.

    sprackraptor:

    fuckyeahdisingenuousliberal:

    [Picture: A white arm with five social-justice themed plastic bracelets on it: left-to-right, they are from Stand Up/Speak Up (one black, one white), Beat Bullying, Make Poverty History, and LiveStrong. Top Text: “Social Activism” Bottom Text: “It’s only cool when others can see it.”]

    I have a plastic band on one wrist. People ask me what it’s for. I show it to them. It says “This IS my costume!” And then I tell them it glows in the dark. None of them realize that it’s true.

    I have a braided rainbow bracelet tied around the other wrist. Nobody’s asked me what it’s for yet. I suspect that they just assume it’s because I’m gay, even though I’m not (exactly), especially taken in combination with my short mohawk-esque green hair and aggressively disheveled comfy clothes. That’s fine with me.

    [Note: I’ve edited the description above to include the wristbands the OP couldn’t identify.]

    I confess I traded a LiveStrong band for a Beat Bullying band several years ago; BB were only available in the UK, and I saw someone ask for donations to the cause in a holiday gift exchange community.  I did it because both are causes I believe in strongly, as a victim of bullying and the wife of a cancer survivor.  And I wore both - not because I wanted other people to think I was Social Justice Sally or anything, but because they served as a reminder to me that other people gave a damn about these issues.

    Indeed, the LiveStrong band I wore was not one I bought, but one that was given to me by a classmate.  I was in an Office Skills class at the same time I broke up with one of my former partners; I was having a VERY bad day, and couldn’t talk about why, because I knew it was the wrong atmosphere in which to try and be out as poly.  But she saw me crying at my desk and trying to hide it, and came over with a hug and a wristband.  “Feel your feelings,” she said, “but wear this.”  So in addition to the larger meaning of the band, it became a much more personal, literal thing for me: Live strong, and you will overcome what seems insurmountable at the moment.

  6. Hi! Are you, by any chance, on Fetlife?

    Hi, nonny!  I am not on FL.  I have trouble enough keeping up with the social networks I already follow. ;-) To say nothing of the fact that, 15+ years since my first play party, I still feel like I’m sitting at the kinky kids’ table… 

    The number of parties I’ve been to in that time probably averages out to less than one a year. I’m generally FAR too shy/nervous/etc. to approach someone to play if I go by myself, and most of my kinky friends have incompatible play styles.  So I’m too old to be hanging out with the novices, and too inexperienced to hang out with my peers.  And while “nobody knows you’re a dog” on the Internet, I’m still very much aware of the age difference and would feel like a serious creeper trying to make connections with people of a similar skill level.

  7. There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.

    I have called friends and family members at awkward hours of the day when I’ve learned of the passing of one of their idols…one of the pieces of our shared history.  (I interrupted my mother in the middle of teaching school the day Anne McCaffrey died.)  It’s important to me that they hear the news from someone who cares about them, and not just on the radio.

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Kirsten. Forty-something. Fat. Married.
Queer, kinky, poly.
Not exactly sure what I'm doing here - but as near as I can figure, neither can anyone else. :-P

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