Cabin Fever

I have got a bad case of cabin fever. Not bad enough for me to appear in a sequel of The Shining but it is still pretty intense. I think my dog Molly even started talking back to me today. Outside of my phone, I have not had human contact of the face-to-face nature in five days. I can understand some of what Jack Torrance went through in The Shining. The similarities are scarily similar. I am also an aspiring writer and very snowed in. I do not have a nutty ass kid running around seeing ghosts behind every corner but I guess that is where Molly comes in.

I am even looking forward to going to Wal-Mart as soon as I can get out of my driveway. I prepared for the snowstorm. I have plenty of food and drinks (I also have water although I just ran out of wine), I have enough reading material and DVDs to watch to last me to the spring thaw so I should be set. I have always prided myself on my ability to be a hermit but I guess the lesson to be learned here is that maybe human contact is essential but only on my own terms. Maybe I should invite people over and then kick them out whenever I want them to go.

At The Movies

I was channel surfing early (real early) a few weeks ago and I came upon a "documentary" entitled Caddyshack: The Inside Story, a behind the scenes look at the 1980 movie classic Caddy Shack. It detailed all of the hard partying, drinking, and drugs that went on behind the scenes once the cameras were turned off. A large part of the behind the scenes look was actress Cindy Morgan's nude scene that was one of the most memorable scene's in the movie, at least to a 14 year old that puberty was kicking in the ass.

I have seen Caddyshack more than I have any other movie (believe it or not, it was not because of the nude scene but because it was a funny movie) with the exception of the movie Animal House (that was the movie that inspired me to go to college) and once again, it was not because of the sorority girl topless pillow fight but because it was a funny movie and as I said, it was very inspirational to a young man in the middle of middle school.

As part of this documentary on Caddyshack, the contention was that many actresses had used topless scenes to get a start to their careers. Phoebe Cates in Fast Times at Ridgemont High immediately came to mind. Songs were dedicated to Cates' scene in that movie (Fenix TX wrote the song "Phoebe Cates" about her but it was because of her scene in that movie).

The Anatomy Of A Day Wasted

I have been out of work since last November because of extensive surgery on my right foot. Whenever I go out like this I always have these grand plans of all of the things I am going to get accomplished. About a month ago, I was on fire and getting some things done. I was doing a lot of writing and I even started writing my great American novel. Right around Christmas, I hit one of those roadblocks you just kind of bounce off of and you can't seem to get it back together. My days have devolved into watching reruns of MacGyver, NCIS, Castle, and any other show that I used to watch and trolling on Twitter for a large portion of the day. I have managed to do a little bit of reading but mostly fiction and nothing of any redeeming value unless I plan on going out and killing terrorists.

I am getting a bad case of cabin fever and I find myself slipping into a bad depression. I do not know how to break that cycle. At least Steve had alcohol as an "excuse" for wasting his days but I do not even have that. All I can blame is my "devolution" and even that is not looking so good right now.

Steve Discovers The Social Media

Before Steve left my house for other pursuits, I helped him set up a Facebook page. It seemed relatively harmless at the time but it is too bad that I could not put a warning label on his page. It would have to say something about the dangers of alcoholics and not to get them near open flame and they might be dangerous to your health and things like that. Steve stayed relatively calm until Facebook until here recently when he discovered that you could actually meet women this way. I did not have the heart to tell him that half of these women probably do not exist. He always had a tendency to see things through beer goggles anyway so I hope that finding love on Facebook thing works out for him.

Road Trippin' With Steve Revisited

I had posted a blog about three months ago about a road trip that Steve took with our friend Oliver back a couple of years ago in an attempt to dry Steve out. I had a chance to sit down with Oliver over the Thanksgiving holidays and talk with him some more about the road trip he took with Steve. I asked Oliver if he had read my blog about his road trip with Steve. He told me he had but he couldn't finish reading it because it brought back too many bad memories of a weekend he was never getting back. Oliver said when he read my blog, he got pissed at Steve all over again.

Oliver was also able to add some more details to the story. He said that not only had Steve drank 32 beers before he ever got to Steve's house to pick him up, he tried taking a cooler full of beer with him. Oliver quickly pointed out that the whole point of this trip was to help Steve sober up, not so Steve could turn it into a beer festival on wheels. Steve's reply was typical Steve logic. He thought the clock did not start ticking on sobriety until they actually arrived at their destination. Oliver said they left for Memphis with a cooler full of beer sitting in Steve's driveway. Oliver said that Steve was well fueled for the trip anyway and really did not need any extra help.

Oliver should be nominated for sainthood because Steve really got on my nerves just sitting around the house and I cannot imagine spending an entire weekend with him either shut up in a car or in a hotel room. I can only imagine how annoying Steve was when he started craving a beer.