A person with whom I am friendly (partly due to having worked at the library with his mother for many years) visited the library and we chatted. He had spent time in L.A. and worked as an extra in the movies. And he wondered why I hadn't gone into the movie industry what with my L.A. childhood and my blog and everything. I'm not sure I understood the point. But I said something about my blog not having reached the requisite amount of people for its fame to catapult me into a career in film.
He has read my blog, or heard of it, or something along those lines. I'm actually not sure what his status is in relation to my blog, though I would be genuinely surprised if his involvement were comprehensive enough for him to be reading this now, wondering as he reads if this is a rough sketch of him.
But he then said he could understand how I might have a lack of popularity because I write from such a narrow subject.
Of course, if you had asked me, I would have said I write about some of the grandest, most sprawling themes and subjects possible. But perhaps it is hard to entirely know ourselves. And then surely it is even harder to know our effect on others. For instance, Monday and Tuesday I made delicious hamburgers for my meal at the library. These had ketchup, fried onions, parmesean cheese, and arugula on a sesame seed bun. I thought "Oh my, how delicious I am making everything smell with these fried onions." But many of my co-workers, and apparently a few library patrons, felt very differently about this smell. I think to the point where people were actually mad at me about it!
So I'm saying that maybe I do write along very narrow themes, and that all the library stories are very much special interest stories of the most extreme kind.
And if that's going to be the case, I might as well tell you this story.
It is as narrow as I can think of.
A man could not find the DVD that was on hold for him, and, as it wasn't anywhere that, by any stretch of the phrase, it was supposed to be, I instituted a broad search. The movie was Night of the Iguana. I looked on unshelved carts, and I looked through our entire collection of shelved "N" DVD's. But I didn't find it. And here's where things get particularly narrow for you:
When searching through a mass of DVD's, it is best to search out the first word of the title to try and track it down. So I looked for the word "Night" starting the title of any DVD.
It turns out that "Night" is the single most common first word for any movie ever made!
Isn't that interesting?
How do you feel about the smell of frying onions?
Bonus index of just some movie titles on our shelves right now:
Night of the Following Day
Night of the Grizzly
The Night House
Night of the Living Deb
Night of the Living Dead
Night and the City
The Night Before
The Night Shifter
The Night Clerk
Night to Remember
Night Catches Us
Night Comes On...
That's just a start! There are so many that there is even a name for it: