d r o p s  o f  d r i v e l :: a blog of no importance

Tuesday, May 13, 2003
 
Fuck. My daily drivel has been out of commission and there's so much that I want to write. Too bad what I want write to doesn't belong on this blog. Instead, let's talk about how the list of DVDs I currently own perfectly describes my life. My list in order of purchase:

Elevation 2001: U2 Live From Boston, U2: Rattle and Hum, U2: The Best of 1990-2000
These are the first three DVDs that I bought. I owned these even before I owned a DVD player. These are essential for any U2 fan.

New Order: 511
A concert video of my second favourite band. Not quite as dramatic in concert as U2, but they make damn fine music. Perhaps the best synthpop band of all time.

Spider-Man: Collector's Edition
When I was in grade 5 and I was collecting money for my paper route, a woman gave me The Amazing Spider-Man #316 as my tip. That was the start of my decent into comic books. Ever since then, Spider-Man has been my favourite comic book superhero. I totally related to Peter Parker and his escape from the real world as Spider-Man. The only difference between him and me was that he could get the babes and I couldn't.

High Fidelity
I came down the stairs from my room to get a drink when roommate was watching this movie. I was immediately drawn when John Cusack reeled off his "Top five breakups of all-time." The marriage of music and relationships spoke directly to me. I bought the book and eventually the DVD.

Rushmore
After watching X2, I went to get a few drinks with my friends. HMV was on the way home so I decided to stop by there. I saw this movie on sale as part of the 2 for $30 promo. I'd never seen this movie before, but everyone told me to see it. How could I resist? I bought it and stayed up to watch when I got home. It was then that I realized that I was Max Fischer, except slightly less extreme.

So there you have it folks, my life as described by my DVD collection. Music, lists, comics, failed relationships. How High Fidelity!
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