Mentalechoes

Today after I came home from swimming, instead of being able to sit down to my weekly back to back two hour episode of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit - my one shamelessly American drama series that I watch slavishly as often as I can - I realised I don’t have television. Oh, I have A television, a big 1080p 42 inch Samsung model, but it’s got no cable plugged into the back of it apart from the xbox media center, and the high end Oppo DVD that upscales dvds to 1080p resolution (shamelessly big plug for my entertainment center there). Yesterday I unplugged my cable television box to mail back to the cable television supplier, in exchange for a new box that will do HDTV. Luckily The Netherlands being completely shit at customer service, I will probably without television for at least the next month. But once again, thanks to the internet, I’ve found a site that does streaming movies through shoutcast; desync.com.

I made dinner and tuned into The Matrix as it was just starting. It’s been ages since I’ve seen that film, and you know what, 10 years (nearly) after it was made, it is still the best love story of all time. No, seriously, it really is. If you think I’m joking, sit down and watch it. The way Trinity brings Neo back to life with a kiss after he was shot dead, jezuz… that brought tears to my eyes nearly. And the way they tear that building apart together when trying to rescue Morpheus was just beautiful. Obviously they don’t lack for common activities they enjoy which gives them something to talk about at the end of the working day. Normally I hate love stories, but The Matrix I can watch again and again and again, and it never grows old. Lord knows, when I grow up I want to be just like Neo! The ultimate man; lover, computer programmer extraordinaire, hacker elite, and looks cool as fuck wearing leather and guns. If The Matrix was real, I could!

Ohhh… but you know, maybe it is!

Andy.