That Dog Ate It 26 October 1998

Sunday was a relatively successful day - I just forgot to say so!

I managed to get a new bottle of hair dye (Fudge® Mr Green Jeans), eat breakfast, do laundry, see the new Halloween Simpsons, and go see Ronin. The only thing missing was getting a haircut, and if I had accomplished anything more my brain probably would have burst.

Breakfast was not a high point. Is it so very very hard to toast bread? and to butter it, once toasted? Reminds me of the Canadian public radio story I heard the other day, about a long-term-care facility that had stopped preparing meals on site, and instead was now buying them from some giant IndustroFoodCorp company. They made all the food in one central location - for the country, I believe - and then froze it and flew it out to the hospitals, where it would be microwaved and served. This included the toast. Frozen air-freight microwaved toast. You're old, you're trapped, and this is what they feed you. And in Canada for God's sake! They're nice! I tell you, rental car, cliff, gravity, avoid all that nonsense. An option to consider.

Oh, so, yes, Squat & Gobble is incapable of making toast. Or omelettes. But, waddya, here they are, here I am, it's fuel, it's coffee, it's a place to read the paper and watch the Attractive People go by.

As the day went on, I almost succumbed several times to OhWellism. Oh, well, it's pretty late, I'm tired, there's probably no point in trying. This is all familiar stuff, I'm sure. But somehow I talked myself into moving before it got to be too late, although I ended up cutting it awfully close.

Ronin was good. Some of the dialogue sounded incredibly familiar in a couple of scenes. I think I must have fallen asleep during the NPR interview with John Frankenheimer and absorbed the lines into my subconscious. Ever notice that how well you can remember something is inversely proportional to how much you need to remember it? If I tried something like that with school work or such, I'd never retain a bit of it.

Anyway, yes, good. Not a great movie, and not quite as out-of-control as I'd have liked - MORE plot twists! MORE strange overacting characters! - but on the other hand, it did have Robert DeNiro, the American Chow Yun Fat, and Jean Reno, the American Jean Reno. I'd have thought it was impossible to be much affected by a car chase by now, having seen more of them than there are stars in the universe. But I'd have been wrong. I left fingermarks in the arm rests. This might not work quite as well for you, if you don't share my inherent fear of high speed, high-chance-taking certain-death driving. A lack I could cure by offering you a ride with some friends of mine any time you like.

I also saw a preview for The Siege, which looks like it could be excellent. This is the Edward Zwick film about a terrorist campaign in New York, when the Federal response is to declare martial law and round up alla them raghead peoples. Daringly, the trailer implies that this might be a Bad Thing, because of the Constitution and all that liberal crap. Denzel Washington is great in these roles, he's so sincere. But it's got Bruce Willis too, and he can go either way. So we'll see.

Today? Today, yes, well, I slept late, and was pestered upon arrival, and this bad techno music was playing again, and nothing of great note has happened otherwise. So I'm going to go be part of the solution.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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