There’s actually a shitload of subtext packed into that scene. That’s one of the great things about the movie. It manages to pull off some serious social commentary while still being legitimately entertaining.

Boogie Nights.

My hetero life partner and I went to see this opening night because we heard Heather Graham got naked… and we’d both been infatuated with her since License to Drive. We ended up going back to the theater at least a dozen times to watch the movie just because it was so goddamn good.

It’s an amazing ensemble cast of actors who were, (with the exception of Burt) at that time, B-list at best. The story is engaging and friendly without reaching too far into hackey territory. We might be able to predict the exact destination, but we can enjoy the journey to that destination as it’s own unique experience. Anderson lets his actors really make the characters their own, so long as they stick to his writing.

In short, it’s an amazing example of what a whole bunch of very talented actors can do when they’re given good material to work with.

I don’t like Mark Wahlberg as a person, but he was amazing in this movie. John C Reilly is the fucking man. Julianne Moore and Heather Graham deliver Oscar caliber performances.

I can’t think of a single bad part of this movie.

The Wee Beasty is also very very good. My local shop has a couple of $100+ releases from Laphroaig that seem more trendy than anything else, but I’m still tempted. My wife would probably leave me if she knew I was willing to go into triple digits MSRP for a bottle… which is probably how we ended up with this thread.

I used to think Laphroaig was the poor man’s Lagavulin, but now I don’t believe there’s a single poor man’s thing about the brand.

Delicious ozone!

I spent one night cleaning commercial airliner cabins at a regional airport.

Since I was would have basically unrestricted access to commercial airliners post 9/11, I had to go through serious screening to get this job. Fingerprinting, MASSIVELY invasive federal background checks, the whole 9 yards. You’d think I was going to work at the Pentagon. But that’s a good thing. If someone has momentarily unfettered access to an entire jet that will be carrying a ton of jet fuel and hundreds of passengers, I absolutely want to make sure people are thoroughly vetted. It was made ABUNDANTLY clear to me, the potential consequences of fucking up this job. If I were liable for a fuck up I would be at the very least fined thousands of dollars, at worst I’d be thrown into federal prison.

So my first day passes and I get called into my supervisors office. Apparently I missed a non-sanctioned magazine a previous passenger had left in a seat back of a flight. I wasn’t being fired or fined, but I was on final warning. Over a magazine. I quit on the spot.

I also forgot to mention that this job payed barely above minimum wage…

I wasn’t going to bust my ass cleaning airplane cabins, risking my livelihood and freedom for a fucking pittance.

How do you quantify “qualified”? And why were you allowed to completely rewrite your job description to one you were “more qualified” for?

Carrie Obracommander?

Carrie Obracommander?

Oh man, the freeway is melting!