The previous entry was #400 in the Movable Type database. It seemed like a good place to pause and catch up with my real life.
Spent Saturday evening with Lisa, buying music and renting a movie. We are no longer allowed to go to the video store together. Inevitably we will walk out with the worst movie we could possibly have chosen. This time, our choice was “The Good Girl,” which I had heard was wonderful. Not so much. The writer seems to have mistaken bad choices on the heroine’s part for actual conflict. Our previous picks include “The Cradle Will Rock,” whose dazzling cast initially blinded us to the inherent suckitude of the film, and “The House of Mirth,” in which the heroine commits suicide two hours too late for our satisfaction. (Although Gillian Anderson did look lovely in the period costumes.) Next time, Mike gets to pick the movie. At least we did a good job choosing the pizza toppings.
Sunday I had a splitting headache (actually it was the zenith of a headache that started Saturday and finally dissipated yesterday), so I plopped into the couch and decided to give Firefly another chance. I had seen “The Train Job,” the wretched episode Fox commissioned after they decided to scrap the original pilot, “Serenity.” I hated “The Train Job.” This time I started with “Serenity,” skipped straight to “Bushwacked,” and continued from there. Sometime during “Out of Gas,” which is one of the best episodes of television I have ever seen, I concluded that I adore this show. I have about five hours’ worth left, including a horrible copy of “Trash,” an episode that never aired in the US. The UK broadcast will reportedly bring us two more unaired episodes. I wait with breathless anticipation.
I nearly had to be dragged from the TV to accompany Michael to his soccer game. I sat on the grass in the sidelines, only to discover that I’m allergic to whatever variety of grass it was. He twisted his ankle; I got sunburned. Great fun was had by all.
Last night we went to a surprise birthday party for a friend, who was crowned with a sparkly tiara and a hot pink feather boa when he walked in. Someone has this documented.
Today I’m debating whether I have the scratch to go get the latest set of Buffy DVDs. According to this review, the extras are a little better than I thought. Good enough to add $40 or so to my credit card debt? We’ll see how I feel about it after work.
The new design is more or less complete. (See a preview.) It involves some reorganization, so it won’t debut here until I’m done shifting things around.
Tonight, writing.
