Paranoia? Maybe Not

Have you ever seen the movie Conspiracy Theory? Well if you haven't, its a really good movie with Mel Gibson, Julia Roberts, and the bald captain from Star Trek. (Sorry I can't remember the bald dude's character's name-I'm not a trekkie...)

Anyway, in this movie, Mel Gibson plays this "crazy" guy who has all these whacked out conspiracies about the gov't and stuff like that. He's got an unhealthy obsession with Julia Roberts' character, and the bald dude is the bad guy.

Getting to the point of this, Mel's character takes his conspiracies very seriously...he writes a newsletter and has this little following-he knows this stuff is true. He doesn't really realize that no one around him takes him seriously, and they are all just laughing behind his back-they think he's a real nut case. Although his life is messed up because of his beliefs (his coffee canister even has a combination on it) its tolerable to him. You gotta know that somewhere in the back of his mind he's hoping he's completely wrong.

Then, he comes to find that he wasn't wrong. Now, you would think that proving one's sanity would be a joyous occasion. But it actually turns out being when his life gets FUBARed. Eventually it all works out and he gets to live happily ever after, but it doesn't change the fact that things go pretty darned hairy for awhile.

As much as I don't want to have to lock my refrigerator, the idea of remembering a combination for every bit of food I eat is more appealing than knowing for sure I have a reason to protect my food from would-be poisoners.

"You talk in riddles, old man."
-Elektra