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So I drove out to Best Buy this weekend, really just to practice driving. Parking in those little slots is hard, and I also got my first taste of highway driving.

Once at Best Buy, I browsed and was delighted to discover a copy of the Playstation game Wu-Tang: Shaolin Style on clearance for 6.99. While the game isn't really all that great, it's certainly worth donating 7 bucks to the Wu cause, especially since I've been undergoing a bit of a Wu Renaissance of late, confirming my love for the RZA's style, which I frankly prefer over any other member of the Clan, even the much-respected GZA, even the much-loved Method Man, even the much-sought-by-authorities Ol Dirt Dog. Additionally, I've bought some less-than-perfect Star Wars games (Rogue Squadron, Bounty Hunter, I am looking nastily in your direction), basically for the coolness of the license, so I might as well do it for the people who brought me

I'm causin' more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson
And the survey said you're dead
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head

Having scored this cheapie, I started to walk towards the checkout, yet decided, on a whim, to see if they had a copy of Stroszek on DVD. This being Best Buy out in the Valley (an area behind Chesterfield Mall which has been turned into a giant strip mall in the middle of fucking nowhere), I figured my chances to be slim. I was delighted to discover a copy for 19.99, an extremely purchasable price.

At the checkout, as an extended ringing up process took place thanks to my clearance item purchase, one of the cashiers, a young woman hanging out with my cashier, looked at my purchases in the order of Wu Tang, Stroszek. Her comments?

Aren't you lucky!
Wer-ner

St. Louis, city of dreams.

I am hiding in the extended entry portion of this note the fact that I was entranced by my own cashier, an altogether too young woman with a prominent yet small nose that elegantly curved to a delightful point. I thought at once that she was quite beautiful and lamented that she would most likely not find such beauty in a film like Stroszek, or in any truly beautiful thing. Of course, I could be quite mistaken, but I doubt that the majority of even those who consider themselves "film fans" would pick as their favorites movies outside of the most recent 15 years. Of course, I should temper my sadness at this thought with the admission that my own film literacy is far from encyclopedic, that tastes can certainly vary, and that falling madly in love with random, inaccessible individuals is merely a way at grasping at an impossible fulfillment, a means of diverting oneself from more mundane practical action, a lens that distorts perceptions of beauty.

I should get out more.

Posted by mattb at June 09, 2003 01:26 PM