Starts strong, ends weak.

When I get on the various exercise equipment I keep locked up in the basement (I keep it locked up, because those things can escape and do harm), I like to pop in some kind of entertainment on the small television I keep in the room with the assorted instruments of torture. (Just let me say that I feel sorry for the small television. It's an innocent appliance, locked in a room with recidivist exercise equipment.)

The television has a vcr attached to it (remember vcr's? they were all the rage in the long-ago), so I go to a box I keep conveniently located next to the rest of the stuff in this apparently cramped room, and I pick out a random tape, and I pop it into the machine, and off I go, exercising.

Now, you have to keep in mind that I have a few stupid rules that guide my life; and one of those stupid rules is that if you pop an untitled and unlabeled tape into the machine, then BY RULE you must watch it for at least one quarter of an hour.

I'm never sure what I'm gonna get.
But I'm pretty sure there's no porn in there.


Pretty sure.


Anyway, my point is.....

I enjoy the surprise that comes with the tape. For example, yesterday I watched a portion of an old A&E movie based upon a Robert Parker novel. I had almost forgotten that A&E had done three of those Spenser novels, starring Joe Mantegna. A few days before that, it was a Horatio Hornblower movie, starring that fellow from the FANTASTIC FOUR movies, who's name doesn't have consonants in it (I think it's spelled Ioan Guffaw, or something like that). And before that, a Gary Sinise film called TRUMAN. All really cool movies.

I even pushed through one about Ernie Shackleton. Eh. Can't all be winners.

Oh, yeah. I said I had a point.

Don't forget to label your videos.



Tomorrow, I'll discuss writing an entry without an apparent ending. Or middle. And a really hazy opening.

G'day.