Hamlet on the Holodeck

I've been reading a book called Hamlet on the Holodeck for the last couple of days, and it's given me an idea for a baseball-themed collaborative hypertext novel called "Home 5, Away 4." I've been throwing the idea around for a couple of months, but I wasn't sure how I could organize it. I think if I start with a box score, it can block the story of the game into segments. Then, for each segment (titled something like "fly out to right"), I can insert the radio announcer's monolog, and players thoughts during the game. The references during those segments can then spin off to people in the dugout, people in the stands, people listening at home, people not even aware of the baseball game that afternoon.

Wendy and I went last night to see The Man Who Wasn't There. We saw it at the very quaint Lynwood Theater on the island, and we did plan to have dinner at the cafe next door, but we were turned away by the prices on the menu. We don't often go to such expensive restaurants, but when we do, we don't do so an hour before a movie is supposed to start. We drove back to Safeway for deli food, which was cheap and worth every penny. The movie wasn't as good as I was expecting. I love Coen bros. films, and I especially love film noir, but this lacked energy. Their idea was, obviously, to have a character who didn't have any presence, one who just let life happen to him. That's especially hard to do because if the character doesn't care what happens to him, there's little incentive for the audience to care. I didn't dislike the film; I appreciate its effort. It's just that I felt like looking at my watch a little too often.