Mebbe It's Just a Phase

I had an e-mail exchange with a friend earlier this week that went like this...

She: What exactly (or do I want to know) were you doing up all night?  Reading, watching TV, surfing the internet for porn??

Me: This will be unbelievable to those who know me well, so I will NOT blog it (well, that and I have a curmudgeonly image to uphold)... but I watched a couple of great movies. [...]  I've discovered the indie movie channels lurking way up high in the channel line-up and there's some good stuff there... which is to say a dearth of explosions but lotsa titties.  So, surfin' for porn?  Sorta.  Heh.

OK, so I lied about the "not blogging it" bits but that's only because I'm fresh out of other ideers and/or blog-fodder.  I've stayed up all damned night this week watching "little movies," which is to say the sorts of flicks that are oftentimes made outside the US, play in Big City art houses, film festivals, and on those channels no one watches but me and a few other socially-impaired geeks.  I've thrown in a few 1950s and early '60s vintage westerns, too.  I've yet to see a big-ass explosion or ANY computer-generated special effects fuckery in the flicks I've watched and that's mebbe the best part.  Wait.  No... no it ain't.  I forgot about the titties.

Like I said, mebbe it's just a phase.  The Kindle will be here in about a week.