Would You Pay Extra for a 3-D Movie?

Would You Pay Extra for a 3-D Movie?

I hate the 3-D experience. Especially in the theatres I go to here. OK, Cinepolis is not that bad but man the 3-D in Lulu PVR sure does suck.

I suppose that the fact that I have to wear that clunky 3-D glasses on top of my own glasses is a pain in the wrong areas. And they keep sliding off. Once again, I must mention that the glasses as well as the screen in Cinepolis is a lot better and offers a more pleasant viewing experience than the one in PVR. PVR screens look darker in comparison and when it is 3-D I don’t even enjoy the film that much.

I get it when a film is made for 3-D effects in a theatre but sometimes the theatres here just add 3-D for no reason. It’s not worth it. I have to chose the 3-D option when they don’t have the same movie in regular 2D so when I get a choice then I will pick 2-D all the time.

Prompt from The Learning Network at The New York Times

Diaries And Journals From Years Gone By

What Old, Worn Out Thing Can You Just Not Part With?

I do have a problem in throwing out stuff. Just look at the keyboard drawer of my desk (where I do not have a keyboard since I use a laptop) where I have a bunch of old, used batteries. For no reason that I can think off, I just haven’t gotten around to get rid of these. Not that I like them or have a connection with them. I just procrastinate or am plain lazy.

But some thing or some things that I just cannot part with? Some old diaries/journals. In a physical form. For a sentimental reason I just cannot bring myself to get rid of them. Even if some of them are torn and worn out. Even if there is a musty smell from some of them. Even if it has been 25 years in one case or 18 years in others. Geeze! I have kept journals/diaries since I was 15-16. Though I didn’t write in it everyday.

Just looking back at my thoughts and ideas and what I considered to be important back then is a rush of nostalgia for me. In some cases I have a few photos as well. At one point when I was 21, back in 1997, I was at home for 5 weeks recovering post a surgery and all I posted in my journal at the time was the songs and albums that I listened to each day as I was mostly resting in my bedroom and couldn’t go out much and the tv was downstairs. But I find it fun to go through those pages.

Prompt from The Learning Network at The New York Times