And just as he came...

...he left.

You'll be missed, Mr. McFly.

Good journey home.

These glasses are... history.

When I told Marty I was going in for laser eye surgery, he thought it was something akin to hover conversion on cars.  Eye conversions - enhancements to the eyes so that they can shoot lasers.  He thought the year 2015 was weird enough already, but laser shooting eyes?  That's going to a new extreme, he thought.

I had to explain to him that no, no, this is something I've been considering and saving up for a long time now, and that after it, I won't need my specs or contacts anymore.

Yes, Oct. 2015 has been an eventful one.  A month to remember.  Time traveling visitors, trips to New York, laser eye enhancements.  And let's not forget the deep philosophical discussions, DeLorean cakes, and Pepsi Perfects.  All in all, it has been pretty fantastic.

Come tonight, my glasses are a thing of the past.

Marty McFlies on the Wall

Or, is it spelled McFlys?


Happy Halloween!  Tonight was the It's Only a Movie short horror film festival.  It was amazing!  We're supposed to come in Halloween attire, and I couldn't think of what costume to wear.  Marty had a good suggestion.

Here I am with a hobbit... and a couple of corpses.

#itsonlyamoviefilmfest
#itsonlyamovie

Homesick McFly

Marty has been missing more and more good ol' 1985 Hill Valley.  Luckily, throughout the day, he's been able to see some things that have cheered him up.

He saw a poster of that time period on the wall at my school, and decided to do a pose.  He imitated himself in the poster perfectly.

And, then he saw the Pepsi Perfect that arrived in the mail for my brother-in-law, and remembered how he ordered one on the 21st, but never got a chance to drink it... so he drank this one, and totally loved it... my brother-in-law, on the other hand, I knew wouldn't be quite as pleased (when I explained to Marty that only 6,500 people on the entire planet were able to order one of these, he looked at me, shocked (he thought they were a dime a dozen here, that Pepsi Perfect flowed from public drinking fountains and kitchen faucets.  That you could take a bath in it if you wanted).  Anywho, we filled it up with regular Pepsi and put it back in the box... shhh, don't tell).

We had a blast.  After a day of bonding over hijinks and shenanigans, Marty McFly was back on his feet again.

Mischief managed! (Okay, wrong series... but, I'll have to introduce it to him while he's still in town - we'll have ourselves a little movie marathon, and maybe he can take the books back with him, read them more than a decade before they were written - that'll only skew the space time continuum a tiny bit, right?  No big d.)

  

Marty sees a ghost.

Or, at least a play about a ghost.

Still feeling overwhelmed about his existential experience watching the Back to the Future behind the scenes on Sunday, we decided to take a break from all things "film", and saw a play instead.  The Woman in Black at the Echo Theatre.  It was excellent.  Perfect for Halloween.  Marty got a little scared.  He won't admit it, and I told him I wouldn't tell anybody... Don't tell him that I told anybody.

This show runs until Halloween, and seriously - it is GOOD!  Screams, gasps, and a ton of eerie fun, eerie profundity, excellent acting, pensive and emotional moments, all night long.

http://www.theechotheatre.com/

Oct. 26, 1985.

On October 26, 1985, early in the morning, Marty McFly met up with Doctor Emmett Brown, according to the Doc's wishes, at the Twin Pines mall parking lot.  Here, for the first time, Marty set eyes on Doc's DeLorean time machine.  It was that fateful morning when, in an attempt to avoid being slain by the Libyan terrorists, Marty accidentally went back to 1955.  That was thirty years ago, today... for us that is.  For Marty, it was just a few days ago...

Marty reminisces when he first set eyes on the DeLorean, roughly a week ago (give or take a day or two).

His life on film.

Marty McFly was excited about picking up the new laserdisc compilation documenting his life.  "Blu-ray," I told Marty, "It's a blu-ray."


He was utterly enthralled with the technology we have now.  He wanted to explore every aspect of the blu-ray, all its bells and whistles.  After watching some of the special features, I noticed Marty was very quiet.  I asked him what was wrong, and then I realized we'd just seen an interview with Michael J. Fox.  "He looks like me,"  Marty said, "but... he isn't me."


Then it hit me.  We're dealing with more than the space time continuum here.   We're dealing with the psychology of fabricated existences, questions of what is real, all sorts of "heavy" (as Marty put it) stuff.

I then sat him down and watched Last Action Hero with him, the often forgotten post-modern action movie gem from 1993.

It has been a pretty pensive and powerful night for the both of us.  I'm really going to miss this guy when he's gone.