This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. insert text here. Since I am continuing my Versus AFI: 10 Top 10 arc, this time looking at the Sci-Fi genre, it was only fitting I’d chronicle another of them in this series. As mentioned in my previous post, this genre has been a big favorite since childhood. Plus, the timeliness of this film in particular, in my work and personal life, made it one that I had to covered in one form or another.
“A déjà vu is usually a glitch in the Matrix. It happens when they change something.”
The Beverly Connection 6:
April 2, 1999: All bets were off for this distinct year. So were planned vacations or time off as those in IT found out as we got closer to the end of the year. Why, you ask? It distilled down, as they usually do for those in tech (or the military), to a simple acronym: Y2K. As I mentioned last November,
“Many feared widespread, doomsday disruption to critical services as the year 1999 ticked over to 2000.”
What had begun the previous year for remedying the legacy code issue in systems at the job, only picked up steam in this one. Yet, as much as I vividly recall those events of Millennium Bug remediation at work, I’ve found it paled to what was happening on the personal front.
The same month the Wachowski Siblings blew the doors off of the science-fiction (and action) genre with the late-March release of The Matrix, she-who-must-be-obeyed and I conceived a daughter (we’d only confirm this come April). A female child? Big deal, right? People give birth to these everyday, yes? Not on my side. I came from a line that had a Y-chromosome winning streak going.
Note the stretch of so-called luck: paternal grandfather — two sons (one my dad); father — two marriages (though, three in all), two sons for each of them (three, in fact, with my mother in that second union, but the first was stillborn); brother — two sons (one before I even married and purposely attempted to have children). My first-born? A son, natch.
Like this seminal sci-fi film, my daughter was the proverbial lightning in a bottle (only we didn’t know it, in more ways than one, as yet). And gestating my fierce one was while her future father went on this particular Friday to the nearby Beverly Connection 6 to take it all in. After-work, mind you. Come Monday next, I’d be attempting to explain the film’s intricacies of plot to my cohort (my long-time friend and golf partner) over lunch. Only years later did I, and my wife, realize our second child was Trinity herself.