A Conversation with Unk that illustrates my looniness
My book club read Blindness in the summer of 2007. Shortly thereafter, it was made into a movie, which I put on our Netflix queue. It happened to be available for Instant Viewing (via computer or the XBox), which was good, because then it didn't have take up one of the DVDs they mail to us.
Time passes and I haven't watched a movie in a long time, nor paid a lot of attention to the queue. So on Tuesday night, Unk was going to watch a movie and I had a bunch of stuff to do in my office. I went upstairs and started getting stuff done (there are a ton of movies on our queue at any given time that are "all his" or "all mine", which is totally fine). At some point I went downstairs to refill my water glass, so he paused the movie he was watching, and came into the kitchen to talk to me:
Unk: Wow, this movie is intense. Everybody goes blind in it..
Me: ARE YOU WATCHING BLINDNESS?
Unk: um, I don't remember the name
Me: YOU'RE WATCHING BLINDNESS, AREN'T YOU?
Unk: uh ...
Me: I PUT THAT ON THE QUEUE! THAT WAS A BOOK CLUB BOOK!
Unk: uh ...
Me: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE WATCHING A MOVIE THAT *I* PUT ON THE QUEUE!
Unk: but it's a "psychological thriller" -- you never watch anything that has "thriller" in the description
Me: MY BOOK CLUB READ THAT BOOK AND I WANTED TO WATCH THE MOVIE
Unk: I don't think your book club wants to watch this one together
Me: No -- THEY didn't want to watch it; I did!
Unk: But you don't watch thrillers. You wouldn't like this movie at all. It's very disturbing.
Me: But, but, but ... I'm the one who put it on the queue!
Unk: But it's a thriller. You don't watch thrillers!
We continue to talk about how disturbing the movie is and that I read the book. Each time he brings up a disturbing scene, I confirm that yes, it was in the book. At some point, I realize (as I'm remembering the book) that I really don't want to watch the movie.
So I went back upstairs :)
Time passes and I haven't watched a movie in a long time, nor paid a lot of attention to the queue. So on Tuesday night, Unk was going to watch a movie and I had a bunch of stuff to do in my office. I went upstairs and started getting stuff done (there are a ton of movies on our queue at any given time that are "all his" or "all mine", which is totally fine). At some point I went downstairs to refill my water glass, so he paused the movie he was watching, and came into the kitchen to talk to me:
Unk: Wow, this movie is intense. Everybody goes blind in it..
Me: ARE YOU WATCHING BLINDNESS?
Unk: um, I don't remember the name
Me: YOU'RE WATCHING BLINDNESS, AREN'T YOU?
Unk: uh ...
Me: I PUT THAT ON THE QUEUE! THAT WAS A BOOK CLUB BOOK!
Unk: uh ...
Me: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE WATCHING A MOVIE THAT *I* PUT ON THE QUEUE!
Unk: but it's a "psychological thriller" -- you never watch anything that has "thriller" in the description
Me: MY BOOK CLUB READ THAT BOOK AND I WANTED TO WATCH THE MOVIE
Unk: I don't think your book club wants to watch this one together
Me: No -- THEY didn't want to watch it; I did!
Unk: But you don't watch thrillers. You wouldn't like this movie at all. It's very disturbing.
Me: But, but, but ... I'm the one who put it on the queue!
Unk: But it's a thriller. You don't watch thrillers!
We continue to talk about how disturbing the movie is and that I read the book. Each time he brings up a disturbing scene, I confirm that yes, it was in the book. At some point, I realize (as I'm remembering the book) that I really don't want to watch the movie.
So I went back upstairs :)