“Do I look like a quitter?”
“You look like a gerbil.” — Some movie that I was forgetting as I watched it.
You don’t really need good actors, directors, soundtrack or script writing, not if you throw a gerbil in there, just saying.Gun to my head? I don’t know that I have a point, but in my defense (please put the gun down); Gerbil.
I was watching something that should be more memorable, I mean the name of the movie was called the Something Something story about some real kid named Something Something for a division two, I think, college basketball team. Except he didn’t really play. He gets recruited out of high school with a scholarship and his freshman year the coach tells him how much heart he has and how hard he works but he won’t play him and then the kid has a brain aneurism and stroke and shit.
So the kid has a lot of heart and rehab and brain surgeries and his family and friends stick by him except his girlfriend who dumps him because, well, he had a stroke and is all fucked up. He works hard anyhow and like does water boy shit for the team and gets to sit on the bench and has a couple of seizures and shit and gets a new girlfriend. So it’s the last game of the regular season and the coach lets him start but only for the tip off, there’s all sorts of other shit at stake, the tip off comes the guy next to the fucked-brain kid gets the ball, hands it to Something something who rolls it off the floor so the other team can get the throw in, and then he’s sidelined.
23 seconds left in the game the brain fucked kids team is up like twenty points so the coach dude in again. The other tewam calls a time out. By this time you’ve been watching this fucking movie for two hours and you know that somehow the other team is going to let the kid shoot. Not quite though. They wait for them to pass it to the kid and then they foul him. It makes sense; no charity and looking like you’re throwing the end of the game, I mean now the kid gets to fail or succeed on his own. He misses one and makes one and everyone hugs.
Here’s the fucking thing; suppose, and this is very likely, that when the kid gets fouled he has a seizure, I mean shit, every seizure they show is predicated by some kind of stressful situation, though, I don’t know, that might just have been script writing. I mean I’ve been laid up with a back spazm, and yeah, something dramatic happen the first time, but subsequent times it’s been like a sneeze or picking up a piece of paper. Anyhow, imagine how the player and the coach of the other team would feel if their gesture of good will, a foul, which, you know, in basketball is illegal contact, sent the kid all spazzing and instead of hugging it out the game ended with EMT’s.
I guess they don’t make movies out of real life events where the scrappy little fucker with heart get’s crushed. I think in real life, much more often than not, the scrappy little fucker or the handicapped guy just doesn’t get to play against grown men trying to go pro. Rudy is the sort of famous movie about scrappy little fuckers. I don’t remember if that’s a true story or not, I do know that if dude didn’t get to play in the last game in Rudy it wouldn’t have been a movie at all, and if dude had been allowed to play from the get go he would have been killed or crippled by the end of his freshman year. That sounds like a shitty movie too.
I actually have a real life tragedy, well almost tragedy, to tell. I’m not going to. If it had ended tragically I probably would tell y’all about it in a few months. That’s why I’ve been watching movies. I might as well get my dollars worth out of Amazon Prime. I guess if you think about it even just for movies Amazon prime is cheaper than Netflix, sort of, I mean I think they have a larger selection but the selection you get unlimited streaming for being a prime member is much smaller than Netflix. I don’t know. I got prime for the two day shipping and some discounts. I haven’t done a lot of shopping there this year.
Oh. I’ve had two credit cards cancelled for fraudulent charges. The one was a bit weird, two attempts at a dollar charge for experion. I think that’s the sort of charge where they just see if the card is good so that when you’re free thirty days are up they can start charging. I mean weird right? They wouldn’t have been able to get my experion credit report, not without things like my SS (and with things like that they could have charged much larger things on the card) so, if the charge went through and was fraudulent wouldn’t the person whose credit report was purchased be the number one suspect? I mean I realize very few people get caught with that kind of single use fraud, but shit, it’s got huge fines and jail time on account of being federal and all.
The second fraud seemed to have tried charging quite a bit more, video games mostly. It was weird the credit card company seemed a bit reluctant to give me specific information until “the charges went through” Though they cancelled the card. So, 1) how would the charges go through and 2) seeing how they’ll be liable for the debt you’d think they’d want co-operation before the charges went through.
The obvious guess, you’re thinking, would be one or more of my ex wives. Yeah, no. The one would have gone for big ticket items and the other … yeah, that’s fertile ground for a punch-line, the truth is the other wouldn’t do that, she’d be more likely to pay the note as some form of insult or statement or something, how the fuck would I know, I haven’t spoke to the woman in six years and I haven’t had a civil conversation with her in over twenty five years, maybe twenty seven if you have a narrow definition of civil. No, it’s either random or a different kind of dawg hater. There is, of course a third possibility (fourth if you count random and dawg hater as two, or fifth if you count each ex as separate entities) that the experion thing was one of those hidden things you just scroll through, like the Ask Toolbar on some software, you just keep clicking through install pages and next thing you know your home page is Ask. And the other charges are the names of parent companies of places I actually did purchase things through. That used to happen sometimes at my 7-11 in Clackamas, it was a franchise and charges to it came up as something like Ali Farouk (not real name) but definitely not 7-11.
Or it could be you. Or Gerbil. See? Gerbils just make you feel better and are even better scapegoats than goats.
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