I’m Peter Pan and Sam Anderson was wrong
David Weinberger’s Everything is Miscellaneous points out this interesting bit:
Writer Sam Anderson maintains that the bottom of your queue of movies to rent from netflix.com is “the person you want to be - Eraserhead, the eight hour BBC Bleak House, the complete Werner Herzog - while the top is the person you actually are: wedding crashers, Scary movie 4, the bridges of Madison country….
While I don’t have a netflix account, I’m curious as to how my movies selection defines me. Luckily I keep a record of movie ratings. So assuming if the lowest ratings in the queue is ‘the person I want to be’ and the top is the person I actually am… (I know this is a flawed assumption but Sam’s hypothesis is not necessarily making sense either)
the person I want to be
the person I actually am
So we can somewhat safely assume that what I really want to be is some kind of ugly-to-the-max chainsaw-winding freakshow that is an accidental byproduct of a nuclear lab, who happens to live in another dimension (or a cave in the middle of a desert) where he can only talk to human using specific, 4th dimension channel in a short, limited timespan. That or I just want to live in a museum filled with stone age nomads.
But what I really am is a normal guy riding in a yellow mini van with magical and mystical creatures and they can fly and make colorful mini explosions with a wag of their mini fingers and they are so cute with their mini-decibel chipping sound and their mini tails and mini wings. That ugly-to-the-max, one eye, flabby creature who has no name has to sit on the back because he tries to eat all my mini fairies. Samuel Jackson is the driver and Christina Ricci is the pathfinder.
