Realistically speaking, what would you do if you were stuck in a hotel for 6 months in the year 1980?
Realistically speaking, what would you do if you were stuck in a hotel for 6 months in the year 1980?
Realistically speaking, what would you do if you were stuck in a hotel for 6 months in the year 1980?
Reads some books, play some old vidya or watch a shitload of movies.
Easy as fuck.
Millennials still on Cinemaphile realize
plus you could have sex with that GILF ghost in the bathroom
Find a library and read all the books
Use the gym
Use the swimming pool
Watch TV
I am an extreme introvert, I would be fine
Same. I hardly noticed the pandemic besides having to buy a home gym.
Read, write, paint. Being isolated inside a hotel must be great for inspiration.
It's not just a hotel. It's a huge resort.
There would be plenty of ways to pass the time.
>read
>swim
>take a walk
>have sex
>masturbate
>hike the countryside
>go fishing
>watch tv
>listen to music
>cook
>work out
>draw and paint
>write
>conduct scientific experiments
>play billiards
>play chess
>play cards
>play video games
>sleep in a comfy bed
>play a musical instrument
>look at dirty magazines
>make a sculpture
>call people on the telephone and talk to them
>fiddle around with a computer
>fiddle around with a ham radio
>meditate
>build a fire
>take long baths
>take long showers
>practice martial arts
>practice my golf putt
>smoke cigars
>drink whiskey
>drink beer
>look at the stars
>sit quietly
swim ? with 3 foot snow?
Presumably there is an indoor pool somewhere on the property. Such a huge resort hotel would probably have one.
that tracks, but they never showed it. never read the book. King is kind of a one note writer.
Apparently this is based on this hotel
www.stanleyhotel.com/
Indoor jacuzzi,sauna, steam sauna.
Library Room etc.
two dubs in a row. must be legit. or your the devil.
During the winter it would be drained and winterized even if it was indoors. The hot tub would still be available probably
You guys have a lot of gumption and elbow grease and imagination
I would write music. I once spent almost a week straight working on a piece, with minimal sleep. I felt like I almost went crazy, but holy hell did the time fly.
The chess possibility is interesting. Kubrick was a chess nut and played on set, he's on camera in Vivian's documentary doing so. IIRC he won pretty much every game but some have it that the black guy who played Hallorann's friend, the one who set him up with a snowcat, was himself a good player and actually won a game.
However, playing chess can be dangerous if you're cooped up in the winter with nothing else to do. The Thing demonstrates this. And in reality, the Soviet Vostok station in Antarctica is supposed to have had a murder or other attack between two bitter chess rivals, such that the Soviet Union banned chess play at its remote outposts. And let's be honest, Jack has only his dippy wife and son to play against, for a real game (if not a masterpiece) he'd have to play against one of the adult male ghosts. Jack is a bookish sort and an alcoholic who loves to attack others, so he might have the makings of a strong intermediate player at least.
>Vivian's documentary doing so
there is a doc about the movie?
Yep, IIRC daughter Vivian (who played Heywood Floyd's little girl on the phone call in 2001) was on set and got to make her own informal documentary. I've only watched it once a long time ago but IIRC Kubrick is seen next to a chessboard typing at a typewriter (re-writing something) and it's also the best documentary evidence of Shelly's abuse (in order to get the desired performance), okay Shelly let's do the take for the 40th time, Jesus Christ Shelly what's wrong with you there's like 20 guys who have been standing in place and they're all cramped, let's just please get the take right, okay? Etc.
>and booze
No TV and no beer make Homer go something something
>Conduct scientific experiments
Like what?
Go crazy and murder a neighbour
>see if i could fill a bathtub with cum
>dig a really big hole
>learn to identify every bird in the area
>see how fast i can run from every room and say the word nagger in each room
>learn to cook cool stuff with the mega kitchen
>shit in every toilet and flush them all at once
>make a shitty zipline from the roof to a tree somewhere
>get a hooker from the nearest town and let her live in the hotel with me for free and she gets to taste test my recipes but i get free seks and kisses whenever i want
>she has to leave when i get bored and say so
>role play in the woods by myself and pretend im a wood elf and i just found the hotel and i think ive traveled to a new reality (wood elves dont have giant resort hotels)
>clap my hands really fast and loud
>role play in the woods by myself and pretend im a wood elf and i just found the hotel and i think ive traveled to a new reality (wood elves dont have giant resort hotels)
>clap my hands really fast and loud
Based
>clap my hands really fast and loud
AHHH HOIT
AHH HOIT
AHH HOIT
>get a hooker from the nearest town and let her live in the hotel
before or after the bathtub of cum?
Read, write, and drink, just like my buddy Jack.
Basically everyone found out during COVID: Go crazy
only “walkable cities” homosexuals felt that way, I thrived during Covid
>Go crazy
If anything my mental health would drastically improve since I would no longer be forced to interact with retards every single day
No audiobooks to listen to would be a major downside. It'd be nice to walk around the hotel for exercise and use the weight room while you listen to a book. I would love to have my wife there but probably not my kid
>no audiobooks
retard
I'm sorry I'll bring 500 cassette tapes and 900 batteries
they had books on tape
I'd watch pay per view porn, drink beer. Watch movies, read a book. Go for a swim in the pool, play some snooker.
I'd play bing bing wahoo on the nintendo and maybe some janky rpg games on the old commodore or atari or ibm whatever the fuck.
I'd listen radio, drink tap water and breathe fresh air (still possible back then). I'd pinch the waitresses' asses and and smoke cigar. I'd play some poker and the slot machines I'd talk cold war commie bastard genocide with others, and I'd try to call in on talk shows to say "nagger".
i would take advantage of the quiet solitude to finish writing my novel. needless to say i would do alot of drinking as well.
naturally, i might snap from the monotony and try to kill my ugly wife and retard son in a deranged drunken rampage, but that comes with the territory.
>chapter 1
>It was a dark and stormy night at hotel o'hell.
Lift weights and masturbate a lot
Drink heavily and neglect everything.
this
I'd probably have fun walking around aimlessly for the first month, by the third I'd probably have a slit wrist in a bath tub.
Then again if I had a family and booze 6 months would be a breeze
I'd call Michael Jackson and tell him I believe hom and I will always love him, no matter what he does or what he looks like he will always be the king of pop, no amount of vitiligo or lost childhood will ever change that. And then he'd come pick me up and we'd hanh out in with bubbles
I'd just play my nintendo switch and mess around on my smartphone
Have sex with young Shelly Duvall exactly 360 times.
Based twice daily duty-doer, doer of the sneedful (you can have her but I respect the work ethic).
this is pretty much me except I live in a cramped tiny apartment
I'd do this
me too Id fuck Shelly
i would sneed.
upper decker in every toilet.
jerk off in every single room, including the offices, walk-in freezers, and boiler room
Write up a toilet roster and shit in a different toilet everyday.