I figured I might try to get an early jump on this stuff today, since the wife is out of the house for the final day of her charity thing.
I stayed up a little late last night watching Rambo, just to get it back to those rental throttling pricks at Netfux, so the wife and I both slept in today. She got ready for her final day of fundraising and general overseeing of the event while I made coffee and checked e-mail. She headed out and I chilled with the computer and went over some notes, then wrote a quick review to add to the others I've been stockpiling for the site.
I went through the paper and watched a few things that have been piling up on the TiVo, then made a sandwich for lunch and picked up the house a little bit, as things have kinda piled up with the wife being out of the house so much this week.
I watched a Brian Regan comedy special that I'm set to review for Pop Syndicate, and then the wife came home for a short break. We visited a bit and she told me about her day thus far, resting on the couch before heading back for the home stretch late this afternoon.
I decided to hit the web for a bit and get this writing done, if only to free up the actual evening to spend with her once she gets home.
And so, on to the (typically, of late) slim pickings as far as trailers go:
First and foremost, I'm giddy with excitement over the prospect of a new Kevin Smith film, so here's a Red Band trailer (fair warning!) for Zack And Miri Make A Porno, which stars Seth Rogen and Elizabeth Banks. It looks like a lot of fun, and I'm glad it's finally got a release date, I've been following the progress of this sucker for over a year or so now. October 31st, folks....
Next up we have something I hadn't heard of until today, a film called 100 Feet, which is directed by Eric Red and stars Famke Janssen. It's the tale of a woman who was forced to kill her abusive husband but finds herself on house arrest in their home, which is haunted by his vengeful spirit that seems unable to take the whole 'death' thing in stride. No release date as of yet, but I like the concept and the trailer looks interesting.
Finally, we have the next film from Fabrice Du Welz, director of Calvaire. This time around he brings us Vinyan, about a couple (Rufus Sewell and Emmanuelle Beart) whose child goes missing in the tsunami that struck Thailand, and their search that leads them into the jungle where they encounter a group of feral children. Pfft, feral children my ass, as if there's any other kind...but enough editorializing, just check out the trailer:
The wife and I slept in a bit today after a late night last night. I'd done most of the writing on the blog post in the wee hours of the morning, but elected to polish it up this morning rather than posting it in my fairly soused state last night.
I hopped online and finished that bit up, then the wife and I went and had lunch at the Thai place and then stopped in to take the Mother In Law her medicine and visit for a few, then headed back to the Museum to see if we could buy the painting we'd been eyeing last night. Happily, we found it still there and made our first major purchase of a piece of art, one that we were both quite happy with. We walked around the grounds a bit, finally found Scrawny McTall, her husband and children and visited with them for a few minutes, then the wife walked me back to the car. I agreed to pick her up later in the evening, then headed home with the art to see if it would indeed work in the spot we'd earmarked for it.
I hung the painting, which looked great, then began to poke around the house for somewhere to put the framed print that it replaced. I ended up putting it in the master bedroom over a small side table. It seemed to fit in pretty well in that room, the wife didn't even notice it when she came home this evening, so I think it might've found its spot.
I wrote a review and submitted it while talking to Macguffin on the phone for about an hour and a half this afternoon, catching up and planning to get together next week.
I worked a bit on the graphs, listening to the latest episode of Outside The Cinema while I finished the prep work, then decided to head back up to the Museum and see if the wife needed any help with her volunteer stuff. The event was winding down for the day, so I walked around a bit with she and Scrawny McTall, listened to one of the artists whine about how lousy his business had been so far. Mind you, I also noted that the had a whopping 12 items in his entire booth (most other booths had at least 50 pieces or more, depending on the medium), the average price of each sculpture was in the neighborhood of $200-$300, which I thought might also play a role in his rotten business, as that's not just pocket change for most people, I don't care how good the local economy has been.
The event ended at 7:00, we finally got out of there at 7:30 and headed to a drive-thru to pick up some dinner and head tot he house. The wife showered and then we ate and vegged out with some random television for a few hours before calling it a night.
So I'm writing this while still surprisingly drunk from the evening's festivities, let me just get that out of the way ahead of time. I opened the blogging window earlier in the day to make certain that this turkey would post on the right day, so this probably says I wrote this crap at 5:45 or some such shit on Friday afternoon.
I got up at 9:00 this morning, made coffee and checked e-mail, as is the routine of late, then got to work on the next two projects I had to work on. I listened to the last two episodes of Mail Order Zombie while I worked on prepping the first project before the wife arrived back home for lunch.
The wife had split early to run the Mother In Law by the doctor, and then picked up sandwiches for lunch on the way back. We ate and visited a bit, then she had to head out to help with the set-up of the tables and whatnot for the party this evening.
I spent a bit of the afternoon watching the Pang Brothers film Bangkok Dangerous so that I can write a review tomorrow afternoon for Pop Syndicate. The film was great, nicely gritty cinematography and visual choices, and I enjoyed the hook of the main hitman being deaf, something that I know is changed for the re-make.
While I was basically over the idea of hanging out with Robbb, I was still slightly annoyed with the indication that he was evidently more interested in hanging out with his 'real friends' at this event rather than me. This in mind, I decided to text him that I'd just leave the tickets to the event tonight in the mailbox, because I should maybe go to the event with the wife, who had to be there early for some President's Club reception.
I got dressed while she showered for the event, then ran to a convenience store and grabbed a drink just so that I could get change for this evening. I knew there was an open bar, but I wanted to be sure to have singles for proper tipping. We headed out shortly before 6:00, found easy parking and then went around and lit all the faux-candles in the centerpieces, then went inside to greet all the rich old people that comprise the President's Club, which is pretty funny when you think about it. Ya gotta love the Texas oil money: this reception thing consisted of me, my wife and a group of people about 30 years our senior.
The party was cool, I'm actually a little surprised at how many people I tend to know at these things from being around the wife and all her various volunteering. Robbb and his boss J eventually arrived, they sat and ate with us, then split to walk around a bit. I saw them again once later, and then got a message from Robbb, which I returned to find out that they were leaving to hang out with another buddy of theirs, who was having a bad night.
The wife and I made the rounds, checking out all the art and found a painting that we were both very enamored of, I think she'll probably end up buying it tomorrow morning when she goes back. I spent my time sipping many a cocktail, the bartenders pouring them pretty strong because they know us from various gatherings. The wife was happy to win a silent auction item for her friend Scrawny McTall, and we spent some time watching the entertainment for the night, a country cover band that featured a Welshman singing Bob Wills cover songs, a strange combination to be sure. The Pine Valley Cosmonauts were quite interesting to watch, but we had to split a little early and start taking down the tables and other bullshit from the dinner, so we did that for awhile, the wife eventually encouraging me to head home because she knew she and Scrawny McTall had a few other odds and ends to see to and that she could catch a ride with her.
I headed home, honestly still more buzzed than I should've been to drive, but unconcerned because of the empty streets between our house and the museum.
And now here I am, exhausted and thinking that I might post this tomorrow morning and get some much needed rest right now.
I had another weirdly dream-filled night, then got up at 9:00 this morning. The wife had meetings to head out to, as there's a fundraiser this weekend that they're putting the final touches on.
I made coffee and checked e-mail, then sat down to get the last project finished.
I listened to an older episode of a show I've only recently gotten into, Outside The Cinema, which just so happened to feature an appearance by the Cinema Diabolica crew as well. I was in the last few pages of finishing up the graphing when I got a phone call from a friend I hadn't spoken to in quite awhile, so I ended up taking some time and catching up with him for a little over an hour.
I called the Bossman and caught him on his way out the door, so I dressed quickly and ran over there to get that out of the way instead of having to chase around after his ass like I usually do. We exchanged the completed stuff and I got a few new things to work on and headed by the bank to deposit the check.
Somewhere during all this I spoke to Robbb, who I'd invited to the preview party for the fundraiser tomorrow night, only to find out that he was interested in bringing a couple of his work buddies with him, but balked at the high dollar ticket price that they might have to pay.
When I spoke to him, I said I'd see what I could do, so when I got back home I asked the wife what the ticket situation was and she seemed a little put out, as she wasn't sure if she'd allowed a friend to take the extra tickets because I'd been a little wishy washy as to my own attendance, much less bringing anyone else. She was already having a bad day due to some drama with the Mother In Law, so we quickly got a little close to an argument ourselves before talking ourselves down.
All of this would be for nothing in the end, as our mail finally arrived very late in the day, accompanied by a handful of tickets and valet passes.
I would later end up taking this annoyance out on Robbb when I talked to him and told him I had tickets for him, as well as his friends. I think what annoyed me about the situation was that I had invited him to go with me because I know the wife may be tied up with the event-related stuff, and now the guy I'd asked to kill the evening with me needs his own entourage to entertain him? Shit, it's not as if I even have anything against the guys in question, it just annoyed me that what started out as a 'wanna go to this thing with me?' has turned into some 'hey, here's the free tickets, maybe I'll run into ya while yer there' kinda shit.
Oh well, fuck me for making plans.
I picked up some food for our supper, and the wife and I watched a bunch of random television while I basically tuned out.
My mind has been coming back again and again to the various items on the list of shit I want to do around the house, which I think is going to drive me crazy. One of the main things is the pantry, which was set up when we moved into the house last year and hasn't really been touched since. I'd been itching to rearrange it to be more functional for several weeks now, as walking in there now is like playing Where's Waldo when looking for a specific item; it can be anywhere.
I'd originally gone into the kitchen to make some more tea, and the next thing I know, I'm moving shit around in there, clearing this shelf to make room for more of this or that and I'm well into the project of moving all the cookbooks to the back of the pantry, as neither one of us really cooks (yet my wife owns dozens of cookbooks?) when I realized I was starting what will be a lengthy process at 10:00 in the evening.
Suddenly hyper-aware that this is the type of behavior exhibited predominantly by speed freaks and the mentally unbalanced, I decided to call it a night before I found myself in there at 4:37 AM, alphabetizing the cereal boxes.
And now here I am, wasting some more fucking time, go me.
I slept weirdly last night, waking several times during what I guess was just one long dream, then immediately falling back asleep into the same 'story', an odd occurrence for me, as I never really recall having dreams, much less being aware of having them when I get woken up in the middle of the night. I don't recall any specifics, just that whatever I was dreaming about was making me feel tense and irritable.
I chalked this up to the various grocery list of stuff I keep adding to that needs to be done around the house but is just a drag to deal with, the Orthodontist visit I had scheduled for today, the whole car mirror situation and the different writing commitments I've made that I stress over even though they don't actually take up all that much time out of a 24 hour day. I've definitely noticed that I will put off some of the reviewing for a day or two, then knock stuff out in a marathon afternoon or evening, going back over my notes to fill in details. I think I'd be much better served if I would just suck it up and commit to writing this stuff as I watch it, but I fear the more workmanlike feel that the material might take on if I forced myself to do that, as I like to think that writing when the mood strikes has been allowing for more of my personality to creep in here and there.
Bah, it's unimportant.
I got up shortly after 9:00 this morning, fed the Yorkie while the wife showered, then hopped online to poke around a little. The maid was running late, so I took a quick shower and then settled in to work as the maid arrived and the wife headed out to a final meeting before this weekend's charity event. I listened to a new Dead Lantern Splattercast while I worked, which covered the Night Of The Demons series of films, and they actually made the 2nd film sound interesting enough to throw in the Netfux queue since I've never seen it; I dunno about the 3rd film though.
The wife and I passed like ships in the afternoon as I was leaving for my Orthodontist appointment and she returning from her meeting. I was apprehensive about today's visit, as he'd mentioned moving the bottom teeth around a bit more aggressively with our next check-up. I was pleasantly surprised that this wasn't the case (yet), but he's still pulling for me having the jaw re-aligned, which is still not something I'm 100% behind, just because I don't know how much more misery I can sign up for to have what I imagine will be an 'adequate' smile this time next year. Don't get me wrong, there's been amazing improvement from their treatment, but let's be honest, I'm not all that good looking of a guy to begin with, I don't make a living off my looks, so how much am I going to put myself through just to look average?
I mean, fuck this, my wife married the snaggle-toothed me, who the fuck am I trying to impress now?
That bubble-headed college girl at the supermarket? Fuck her.
I headed back home, stopping to pick up some Mexican food since I hadn't eaten all day. This is another weird recent development, I have had zero appetite the past week or so, I just don't feel hungry all that often, though I do still eat something small just out of habit when the dinner hour rolls around.
The Mother In Law was over to pick up her medicine, taking a surprising outing from her bedroom, so that was cool. The maid finished up shortly after I got back and then the MIL split to see the Middle Sister, who she's been feuding with a little bit over this or that and left the wife and I to catch up on our day a bit. I worked for another hour and listened to the newest Cinema Diabolica while I got another chunk of the last project finished.
The wife and I piddled around the house for an hour or so, then I decided to bite the bullet and watch the final thing I'd gotten in to review for Pop Syndicate, a little Heather Graham vehicle called Miss Conception, which is about a 30-something gal who finds out she has to conceive with her only remaining egg (due to a hereditary condition) almost immediately after dumping the guy she actually wanted to have a kid with. A bunch of silly and quasi-contrived scenarios ensue, I laughed a few times: The flick is cute, but nothing anyone needs to own and re-watch again and again.
We ended the night with a new episode of Ghost Hunters that turned out to be pretty entertaining, it's always more interesting if they find EVP stuff. How can you not be a little wigged out by the gruff voice that says "Leave me alone" on a recording taken in what is supposed to be an empty attic? Brrr.
This is why I leave our attic to the cable guys and the occasional confused squirrel.
You may recall my ranting and raving about the driver's side mirror being yanked off my car yesterday, presumably by the asshole driving the large pick-up parked beside me. He was kind enough to leave a business card on the window, which I was happy to find, but I expressed my fear at the time that it could very well just be an attempt by the hit and run assailant to appear conscientious to any onlookers when he was only placing a random business card on my window before fleeing the scene.
Like I said, I HATE being right all the time. I give the guy a call today, introduce myself and mention that I had his business card left on my car yesterday, fishing for his excuse for hitting my car.
He seems puzzled.
Yesterday, at the restaurant in question? I specify the place by name, what small hope I had sinking fast. He seems further confused. I finally point blank ask if he left this card on my car, he says that he was in McCamey yesterday, nowhere near the restaurant in question.
"So I can safely assume you weren't the guy who knocked the mirror off my car, then left this card as your contact info?"
The answer is obviously no, it was not him. I hate being right when I judge humanity.
I sincerely hope that the owner of the truck, who hit my car and then left someone else's card as a decoy, I hope that this clever fucking cunt is very pleased with himself. In a related note, I also hope that he, his family and all their pets die in a flaming wreck inside that very same truck, and that the last thing he hears before he shakes off this mortal coil is the screams of his dying loved ones and the newest Toby Keith single. If I knew Santeria, his eyes would be boiling with maggots as I type this post while snakes squirm and coil in his innards like outtakes from The Believers. I'm generally an asshole, and even I can't imagine a world in which I could be as inconsiderate as this douche-nozzle, and I hope the next time he goes to use his prick it falls the fuck off.
Other than that, not a lot happened today.
I got some work done in the morning, finished up the second of the three projects I had going while listening to a couple episodes of (Cool) Shite, then Morris and the wife wanted to go and grab some lunch.
We did that and then hit the Nissan dealership to get the broken mirror removed so that it wasn't flapping about on the side of the car for the next few days until they replacement could come in. I went ahead and ordered the damned mirror, as I just want this thing fixed and done with instead of putting it off and dicking with comparison shopping all over town, at least I have faith that these fuckers know what part to order.
Morris got a call that his Jeep was ready, so I was en route to let him pick that up when I got a call from Robbb, who was curious if I'd eaten yet. I offered to watch him eat and shoot the shit, so I ended up dropping Morris and the wife at the Jeep dealership to pick his vehicle up, and he would drop her back at the house later.
Robbb and I visited while he ate, watching the rain that had suddenly popped up in spite of the supposedly sunny forecast and the soap opera that was playing on a television in the corner.
I headed back home after dropping him back at his car and got some more work done, listening to part of an older Cinema Diabolica while I did so.
I later helped the wife load up some supplies for a meeting she was headed to in the evening, then watched a flick called Storm Warning. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything new either, and managed to feel a little long even at the 86 minute running time, which is never a good sign. The typical story of city folk getting lost and running into some remote hillbilly types, although these weren't as inbred as other films have been, they instead have a weed crop they're trying to protect. It's worth a rental, but nothing earth-shatteringly new.
I'm out, I have to be up and at 'em when the maid arrives tomorrow.
Another Argument For Not Leaving The House
Category: Life
So I was in bed reasonably early last night and the wife and I decided to watch the recently purchased Blu-Ray copy of The Nightmare Before Christmas. The film looked gorgeous, there's so much more texture to the landscapes and characters, I was absolutely amazed. I had also forgotten exactly how little dialog there is in the film, almost everything is sung: It's been at least five years or more since I've seen this flick. Great stuff.
The wife had plans to have lunch with Morris today, then go with him to do the grocery shopping for his mother, so we decided to all go and do our own shopping as well. We went and ate, the restaurant busy but the service almost keeping up with demand. We went to leave and as I'm unlocking the Maxima, imagine my fucking surprise to find my driver's side mirror HANGING THE FUCK OFF THE SIDE OF THE CAR.
I'd parked between two of the giant Kingcab monster trucks that populate the hillbilly-ridden locale in which I was raised, but the parking situation was fine. It wasn't one of those tight squeeze park-jobs where you wonder if you should give up and try to find another spot, rather than try to shinny out of the car once you get it in the space. There was a good 2 or 3 feet between the vehicles on either side of me, and this asshat still somehow manages to drag the mirror off my car, presumably with the front of his monster truck or his big fat ass when he walked by to get in his truck. There was a business card tucked into the window seal, so I at least have a contact with the guy, or someone's card that's been in the glovebox of his work truck for months who's never even been to the restaurant we were at. That's actually my biggest fear, that whoever did it simply threw someone else's business card on there to appear responsible before fleeing the scene.
I elected to call the guy tomorrow, as I'm sure he's at a barbecue this afternoon anyway and it's not like we could get anything done today. I'm going to try to restrain myself from asking "Seriously, how the hell did you manage to hit my car?!?" and try to be all about business, as I would guess he would prefer to not involve his insurance over something small.
Bah.
We did the grocery shopping, then headed home, loaded Morris' stuff into his Jeep and sent him on his way before unloading and putting away all of our own stuff. We went to see the Mother In Law and gave her the two doses of her medication for this evening and tomorrow morning, then went by Barnes & Noble to poke around. I didn't find either of the magazines I was hoping to find, so we got a coffee instead, chatted with a few friends we ran into and then headed back to the house.
The wife caught a nap and I ended up messing around with some stuff in iTunes for several hours, burning a few things to CD and deleting the original files just to get rid of the clutter and make some space on the iPod. I hate it when it won't simply update because there's not enough room on the device versus all the stuff on the iTunes program, which seems to crop up every so often.
The wife and I watched some television in the evening, flipping channels and never really settling on anything, we both seemed restless. I blame her late nap and my kinda frustrating day, what with the mirror, the pointless trip to the bookstore, the iPod frustration, etc., I just didn't feel like committing to a movie or anything.
I'm hoping tomorrow is more productive and less annoying.
The wife and I slept in a bit today, then she woke me around 11:30 with brunch plans that she'd made with Morris and his buddy S. I brushed my teeth, shaved and dressed in a hurry, but still had plenty of time before they arrived. They'd apparently had a flat this morning on Morris' Jeep and had to get that taken care of before they could come into town. While we'd waited, we'd also invited the wife's friend The Lobbyist out for brunch as well, so we visited and waited for her to arrive, then I drove us to the little place downtown to eat.
Brunch came and went, our waitress seemed less than enthused to be dealing with us, but the little fruit bar and cinnamon buns made up for it.
The wife and The Lobbyist had made plans to go and see the new Anna Faris flick, The House Bunny, so we dropped Morris and S back at Morris' Jeep at our house, then booked ass across town to catch the 2:00 showing. The flick wasn't anything special, a lot of obvious humor, but I admit to laughing a few times, and Faris looks amazing in her little skimpy outfits, she must not have eaten anything at all during the course of filming. That said, I'm kind of ashamed to admit that this is the one summer film I've seen besides Iron Man.
We hit a Starbuck's on the way back to the house and then chilled out and watched some television and made fun of whatever was on E! for awhile until The Lobbyist headed to her house to spend some time with her mother.
I popped in a copy of Sugar Hill that I'd bought awhile back, to check out the quality of it, as it was a weird import disc with about half of the DVD notes in Chinese. It turned out to be a pretty decent copy, at least as good as what we'd seen run on TCM several months back, so that was a relief, I was expecting a lousy VHS bootlegged transfer; I was pleasantly surprised.
The wife crashed in some weird ass early evening nap around 6:30, so I decided to hit the interweb and get this junk written while I had the free time, since the Fox animation stuff is all re-runs anyway.
Here's what I turned up that looks interesting this time around:
First up we have a film called The Burrowers, a horror film directed by JT Petty that sounds like an interesting take on a Tremors-style threat in the Old West. A town is menaced by strange creatures that only attack the humans and animals, leaving all valuables behind. Check it out and forgive me that the only version I could find is promoting the website that hosts it over on YouTube, so try to ignore the whole 'watch movies etc.' arrow that pops up there for a few seconds.
Next up is Passengers, a film by Rodrigo Garcia that stars Anne Hathaway as a woman counseling the scant few survivors of a plane crash, who begin to disappear under mysterious circumstances as one of them exhibits strange, almost supernatural abilities.
I heard a mention of Last Of The Living over on Mail Order Zombie earlier this week, and I decided to track down the trailer. While the general zombie set-up seems pretty standard, the presentation of this New Zealand production really grabbed my attention, as I'm a total whore for a stylish take on an established genre or theme and some of this editing reminded me of Guy Ritchie's editing style. Give it a look.
I close this evening with a film I hadn't heard of until I received an e-mail from a company promoting it, encouraging me to check it out. The film is called The Boy In The Striped Pajamas, which is about the friendship that develops between a couple of young boys on opposite sides of the fence of a German POW camp. It's directed by Mark Herman and stars David Thewlis, who I believe I've described before as being 'Satanically Ugly', and I doubt a turn as a Nazi will do much to change my opinion. The film looks like a real tearjerker (Read: wholly depressing) in spite of how sweet the kids relationship may be, and arrives in early November in time to depress you for the Holidays. Cheers!
I went to bed last night shortly after 1:00, watched I Know Who Killed Me on the DVR and then slept a nice solid 6 hours straight. This was a wonderful change of pace from the previous night, which had me up and down all night and left me sleeping half my day away. I Know Who Killed Me was surprisingly entertaining, admittedly corny at turns, but color-washed like the American answer to the Giallo, I was kinda impressed. Lindsay Lohan manages to pull off the old Elisha Cuthbert starring in The Girl Next Door magic trick/switcheroo by playing a stripper who never actually disrobes, though she does spend a lot of time in some racy outfits. The film evoked the Giallo feel pretty well, from the gruesome murders, the sleazy strip club atmosphere, right down to the odd plot hiccups here and there that get completely glossed over, I'd actually recommend catching it on cable if you get the chance.
I woke up at 9:00 this morning and forced myself awake, just to try and get back on a normal schedule of sleeping. I fed the Yorkie who was already out of the bed and on the back of the chair in the breakfast area, waiting patiently for the wife to return. I checked e-mail and then ran by the post office to drop something in the mail before grabbing a burger for lunch.
Oh, and in a brief digression, fuck McDonald's for having the audacity to tell me they're not serving lunch yet when their drive time is so fucking slow I could've had a burger in my hand by the time I crept around the corner, had they let me order it. I ended up driving off and going by a different one across town, the drive killing the 10 minutes they were unable to ignore. Fuck that clown and fuck me for eating there.
I came back to the house and ate while watching a movie called Dead And Gone to review for the folks over at Pop Syndicate. The flick was okay, nothing too special about a guy who takes his comatose wife to a remote cabin to possibly do away with her and collect on her estate, only to have his mental health begin to slip because of the local ghosts. It was a so-so flick, maybe worth a rental, but nothing I'm going to be watching again.
I ran the Mother In Law's medication over to her, trading voicemails with the wife while I did so, as we kept missing each other's calls. I finally got hold of her when I got back from the MIL's house, found out that they were on the road to Brownwood, where they would pick up the car and then head for home.
I popped in the iPod and worked for about an hour and a half, getting a pretty decent amount of work done after the nothing of yesterday, which made me very happy. I listened to the newest Cinema Diabolica while I worked, as well as Outside The Cinema, another show I've recently added to the rotation.
I spoke to the wife again, found out that they'd stopped for a late lunch, so I figured I had some time to kill. I headed to the office and wrote three reviews and submitted them to their various homes, listened to the latest Reel Horror Podcast while I did worked on the writing.
Between the writing and typical dicking around on the web I wasted a good deal of time, and when I finally poked my head out it was after 7:00 PM, so I called the wife to see where they were and found out that they were already in town, so that was a relief to now they'd made it back safe. They'd gone to Morris' Mom's place to drop off the car and were about to head my way.
They arrived shortly thereafter and the Yorkie was ecstatic, back to her perky self, which is cool, and we visited a bit before I excused myself to go and pick up a sandwich for supper, as they'd eaten late enough to nix the idea of going to eat or anything like that.
Morris split and the wife and I watched The Soup off the old TiVo and caught up on the past 24 hours. We called it something of an early night and I headed back to the office to get this junk written.
Inadvertantly Starting The Weekend Early
Category: Life
You may recall (if you're one of the three people who read this regularly and not just some random Google hit) that I went to see the Allergist earlier in the week. That visit would very quickly ruin my night last night as I took the recommended dosages of the two nasal sprays they'd given me and then shortly after headed to bed. I was driven from sleep by a distressingly familiar sensation as my sinuses completely drained into my stomach and left me feeling on the verge of vomiting for the rest of the night. This was the case the last time I took these folks advice and used a prescribed nasal spray, which I eventually had to forego because I like to at least have a chance of sleeping at night. I was up every hour on the hour basically trying not to vomit, taking anything in the house that might settle my stomach, pretty much all to no avail.
Since I slept so poorly last night, I turned off the alarm when it went off at 9:00, told the wife the miserable situation and then told her I was going to try to sleep another hour or so. She was going to drop the dog off at the groomer and then pick up a small breakfast item for us, so I headed back to bed and left her to her errands.
I woke up again at 1:00 in the afternoon.
Fuck me, I hate sleeping a day away and wasting all of my time that way. The wife had to be at the airport to fly to Dallas around 2:00, so I got up and got dressed, ate my cold breakfast and then we headed out to the Mother In Law's house to drop off her medicine for the day. She was in a foul mood and still in bed, so we left there earlier than anticipated and I deposited the wife at the airport a little early.
I called Macguffin on a whim, since I was already halfway to Odessa just to see if he was up for a visit. I drove over there and spent the afternoon visiting with him and watching everyone wonder who the hell Sarah Palin was. We picked up a small lunch and then wacthed some more tube before I got the call from the groomer and decided I should head back.
I ran by our house to pick up a check for the groomer and then drove back across town to get the Yorkie. Had I known I'd be in Odessa I would have taken it with me, but hindsight is always like that, isn't it?
The dog and I headed home, I fed her an early supper and then goofed around online for a bit before settling in for a movie.
By this time I'd already decided that I was just going to consider today a part of the weekend and try to get work done tomorrow instead of feeling bad about basically taking the day off today.
I watched Devilman, courtesy of those rental throttling pricks at Netfux. It was a live action version of the anime of the same name, which I barely remember (in spite of owning it, so I suppose I could easily fix that if I wanted to), which I popped in and crossed my fingers over, hoping for the best.
The movie was a baffling 2 hours long (!) but started out promisingly enough. It quickly began adding peripheral characters that don't bring anything interesting to the story, and eventually devolved near the end into what is essentially a video game animation sequence for the final battle. I went from a relatively high rating of this film to a middle of the road one in about 30 minutes.
Blah.
I headed to the web to write this junk and try to get some sleep.
