A Byootiful Mind!

I am in love with John Nash. You know the person the movie "A Beautiful Mind" was based upon. Only in my real world, he is a she. 

My girlfriend is brilliant, but cannot remember ANYTHING the minute it's over,  and most especially when I am talking. It is not that she does not listen, for I could never love someone so inconsiderate. It's that she (no shitting you) just forgets about it immediately afterwards. I guess I should feel sorry for her, but most times I end up envying her X-Men, mutant-like abilities. 

Tonight we were discussing the upcoming Nicole "Are You" Kidding/"Pugh" Jackman movie "Australia." We rarely disagree on movies, with each of us introducing the other to films within our favorite genres. 

However with this particular piece of tripe, I knew I was in trouble! She is an Australian, so I knew I had very little chance of ducking my responsibility of feigning excitement in anticipation of seeing the movie. 

But then the improbable happened. I saw a 3 minute trailer for the film during Monday Night Football (and no I don't get that placement either). I was really blown away. Here look for yourself.

"Australia" trailer

Now that you have seen what made me sick enough to turn off the football game in the 3rd quarter, take a laxative, lay in bed reading for 30 minutes until I felt the twitch down below, the go to my private bathroom and shit my eyes out so that I can never witness anything like that again, you need not feel sorry for me...yet.

I felt good because my girlfriend is a reasonable, if forgetful person. So with that said, I sat her down this evening, pulled up the trailer on YouTube and let her rip. 

Oh don't you worry, I came prepared. Since I am now blind, I spent the first half of the morning picking out a seeing-eye dog. The second part of the morning was spent at the University of Chicago Hospital, trying to find a pharmacist to write me a prescription for canine laxative. I mean he, no doubt, was expected to be in the room during the YouTube viewing.

I clicked "play" and listened to my soul roll around naked on my brain's bathroom floor for the entirety of the approximately 180 seconds, the apex being the part about them "coming together, JUST AS THE WORLD BLEW APART." The clip ended and she let out a fantastic laugh.

"This is going to be awful," she opined, "I LOVE IT!"

Statements such as these have been known to flummox even the brightest of folks, but occasionally they work miracles. So as I emerged from my visual prison of darkness, I saw the  warm, welcoming smile of the woman I love. 

And something deep down inside me, maybe that soul of mine I hadn't heard from in a while, told me that perhaps, PERHAPS, I could borrow the power of forgetfulness for the night we intend to see the movie.

Oh, Wait. No, there goes that soul again, heading for the bathroom with a handful of needles. And by the way, anybody need a dog?

Incidentally, info on the very poignant animated film "I Forgot My Name" from which I borrowed the image at the top of this post can be viewed here.