Slacker (The Movie) - Review Part I

I've seen this movie a few times.  Some part of me thinks, "that's the way it was".  This time I was thinking that I was not like that at all.

I didn't slack, really.  Plus, I wasn't that cool or uncool.

I'm trying to figure out the difference.  They - I say "they" as if now I am no longer one of "them".  Now that would be something a slacker would say in Slacker (the movie).

I might talk about projective lines being parallel and compacting infinity and all - but what they were whimsical about was different.

I guess they didn't work.  Wasn't that the point in a way?  Is that why they called it "slacker"?  I was working.  That doesn't make me better or worse - just different.  I was trying to figure things out - but I was working at the same time.

How could these guys have that much time to sit around and contemplate and all that?  I did, kind of.  I didn't even know anybody like that.

I don't even think these guys existed.  There were people who were into Mr. Potato Head - sure.  There were those with super hero metal lunch boxes - yes.  Chopped hair - of course.

Now I want to find a scene that has anything to do with what I'd consider in anyway, even remotely, to what I loved about growing up in Austin.

Well, I guess, maybe, it's following this and that... and watching the connections, hopping along for the ride... sometimes - not all the time, because really then and now I have stuff to do.