Flight of Years
Last night, Adam and I made brownies and ate them while watching "The Flight Of Dragons," which is one of my favorite movies ever. When I was a kid, I copied it on a blank VHS cassette and watched that tape to death. I did that with all my favorite 1980s fantasy movies (The Dark Crystal, Labyrinth, Legend, The Last Unicorn). Now we can just download movies. VHS to Bittorrent in what feels like a blink, sometimes. Sometimes the speed at which technology moves frightens me, especially how readily the current generation has adapted. But that's true of every generation.
I still get a thrill out of seeing VHS cassettes, really. And anything from the 1980s. Wait, not everything. Certain things. Not fashion. Just televsion. And movies. And music. My parents still own a VHS player and all their old tapes, plus an old record player.
Damn. Those years. It all flies by.
Adam will be flying to LAX in California, where he will make the transfer to fly to Vancouver. He'll try and call me from Los Angeles, because with the three hour time difference, I may already be asleep by the time he actually gets to Canada.
I still get a thrill out of seeing VHS cassettes, really. And anything from the 1980s. Wait, not everything. Certain things. Not fashion. Just televsion. And movies. And music. My parents still own a VHS player and all their old tapes, plus an old record player.
Damn. Those years. It all flies by.
Adam will be flying to LAX in California, where he will make the transfer to fly to Vancouver. He'll try and call me from Los Angeles, because with the three hour time difference, I may already be asleep by the time he actually gets to Canada.