Home Alone

For some reason, being at home by myself always puts me in the mood to watch The Ninth Gate. To be honest, the simple majority of my mind is always in the mood for Johnny Depp and the more complex selections of my intellect have a permanent hard on for Roman Polanski(*). Perhaps its just my perpetual love for books, or maybe its the essential loneliness of Johnny Depp's character that makes me want to curl up in a blanket with a cat and a bottle of wine to watch The Ninth Gate. No, I think I misattributed the loneliness: it belongs more to Polanski than to Depp. Depp is mostly what the role calls for him to be, but every Polanski film I've seen has a solitary, ionized feel to it. No matter how many people he puts in the room, you still feel alone. I like this. I can relate to it. And that film noir feel is probably why I fracking love, love, LOVE Roman Polanski. That and he directed a movie about people who are fracking crazy about books. Granted, they are a little more crazy about books than I am, but if I didn't have a husband and cats and a finite amount of funds, then I could definitely swing in that direction.

Then again, it could just be that I'm embarking on my conversion to eBooks. (dramatic reverrrrb) Yes, I, the bibliophile pack-rat extrodinaire am converting my physical library to an electronic library. This has been coming on for about a year, I'd say. It first crossed my mind when I started considering the possibility of living in a smaller space or even a foreign country. When I started to acknowledge the impossibility of taking all of my crap with me anywhere, I had to further acknowledge the sheer volume of my crap. So, something had to go. By grace of their overwhelming numbers and comparative weight, the books offered themselves up as a target for reduction and potentially even elimination. I must admit, the availability of free eBooks was pretty much the deciding factor. However, until someone comes out with an affordable bi-screen color eBook reader, the comic books will be staying.

(*) Yeah, so I just ruined all illusions of eloquence with the "hard on" bit, but I just watched Full Metal Jacket last night, so cut me a break. And as we all know, even God gets a hard on for Marines.)