From Pathetic Life #1
Monday – Thursday,
June 6, 7, 8, & 9, 1994
MONDAY — It was a day at the office, and then a night at the movies — The Hatchet Man (1932) and The Public Enemy (1931), more pre-Code dramas at the Roxie. … [read more]
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Clearly, someone has a hot plate.
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The Good the Bad and the Ugly,
Goodbye Dragon Inn ,
and a few more filmsGood Will Hunting (1997)
It’s not about thrifting at Goodwill. Will Hunting is the main character’s name.
He’s a troubled and occasionally violent janitor at MIT, who solves a heady math problem on a chalkboard at the university. … [read more] -
Stick around
Worst possible news at my temp job on Friday: They like me, and have asked me to work longer than my original two-week assignment.
“Oh,” I said, and not in an excited tone of voice. … [read more]
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She was a nice lady.
My mother-in-law, my late wife’s mother, has died. Her health faded
quickly, and in the course of a year or so, she went from her vibrant,
wiseacre self to shuffling off a mortal hospice. … [read more] -
Six movies in two days
From Pathetic Life #1
Saturday – Sunday,
June 4 & 5, 1994SATURDAY — BARTed to the Mission, had Chinese food for lunch, and then walked to the Roxie for a pre-Code triple feature. … [read more]
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The Good Girl,
The Good Lord Bird, Good Night and Good Luck ,and a few more films The Good Girl (2002)
Justine is a 30-ish worker at a grocery store, stuck in a boring marriage with a stoner husband who paints houses for a living. … [read more]
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My deepest, darkest secret
From Pathetic Life #1
Friday, June 3, 1994Do I have to write something every damned day? Is that the way a diary works?
OK, well, have I mentioned that I’m mad about movies? … [read more]
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Maggie
From Pathetic Life #1
Thursday, June 2, 1994It was a day like any other day. I work, eat, sleep, shower, and brush my teeth, except on weekends. … [read more]
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The Golden Gate Murders,
and a few more films My most enthusiastic recommendation today is The Golden Gate Murders, a cornball made-for-TV mystery from the 1970s. The real mystery is why I liked it so much, and the answer is in the stars. … [read more]
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Happy birthday to me.
In San Francisco in the mid-1990s, I wrote a zine called “Pathetic Life: Diary of a Fat Slob.” Recently I found my copies of it in a mildewed box in the basement, so one entry at a time I’m going to re-type the text off smelly paper and post it to the internet. … [read more]
