Having finished Person of Interest some weeks back, we finally decided to try our next series on a friend’s recommendation – the detective mystery Castle.
It’s a Nathan Fillion vehicle where he’s still playing Captain Mal Reynolds – sure, now he’s a wealthy, respected and popular Mal Reynolds, but he’s still just Mal Reynold.
And it smells like chicken wings.
I took this picture last night, while we paused the show to get our supper ready. And the funny thing was that the kitchen smelled like chicken wings, and this was the subtitle in that scene from the show.
We watch things with subtitles. We like it because sometimes one can miss dialogue due to noise, or accents, or a quiet speaker (or maybe just because we’re old and can’t hear well). I can remember a time when I found subtitles distracting; or, at least, I have a memory of such a problem, but I can’t remember when I shifted over.
This practice used to irritate my eldest son, Floyd (or David, depending on usage) and he gave us grief about it when he was over at our home in Phoenix watching movies.
Now Floyd watches movies with subtitles.
Our young friend Grant, local here in Whitefish, really thought it was strange that we watched movies with subtitles. Grant now watches movies with subtitles.
Our Netflix and Amazon Video accounts default to the use of subtitles – and if we crank something up and we don’t see them, then we jump back to the menu to find out what happened. It’s a practice that became a habit and has now become a dependency – movies that we own on DVD that don’t have subtitles give us pause, and sometimes we won’t bother to watch if they don’t.
Funny how things like that sneak up on a fellow – something that seems a non-issue, or even a bother, can become a convenience, and then become a necessity.
Watched any standard-definition TV shows lately? It’s amazing just how awful they look 🙂 I had a friend in Park City who had an HD TV as early as 2001 or so, while we didn’t make the switch until about 2006. Until we changed, I couldn’t see any reason to do so – once we changed, I couldn’t stand to see the old stuff.
I used to hate running on treadmills – I couldn’t stand them. I seemed to get tired on treadmills quicker and couldn’t run as fast or far.
Then I spent a winter in Vermont.
By the next year, when we moved to Utah, I ordered a top-end treadmill to put in my basement; I couldn’t imagine going back out in the Wasatch Mountain winter and trying to run, in that weather, on those surfaces.
Then I found that I could control my pace better on a treadmill than I could on the roads, and that a treadmill allowed ME to decide where the hills were, and how steep. Now I rarely run on the roads, at all.
My email signature carries this quote –
“The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a
guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.” — Khalil Gibran
It’s a reflection of just how quickly we can become used to things that before seemed to be unnecessary, and then became normal, and then became addictions.
There’s a quote out there, somewhere – I’ve lost it, and I can’t find it, even with Google. But I’m sure that it exists, because I can’t come up with anything that wise on my own. It’s something along the lines of “Human beings have a certain dreadful adaptability”. We can get used to anything – and can become dependent on it.
Once upon a time, I had a cot in a barracks room (and could sleep on an M-1 Abrams main battle tank) I could dig a hole and poop in it, and I didn’t have a car.
Now I’ve “progressed” to the point where I can’t sleep without my Marriot mattress, quilt, and bedside fan; we have more bathrooms than bedrooms, and my current vehicle actually cost more than my first house.
When I was newly sober, I read a Grapevine insert that said something along the lines of “The real test of a man’s wealth isn’t what he has, but what he can do without”. Apparently, I can’t do without much.
Including chicken wings.