Now With More Tack 28 February 2000

5:27 PM: La la. Another day, another round of stupid email. "Perhaps you could have someone with more tack contact me as we were considering a subscription but perhaps now we will not since you like to be rude!" First time I've ever been told I wasn't tacky enough.

Well Penny and I finally saw Supernova this week and gosh darn it it's a perfectly fine little movie. Angela Bassett could make a career out of these kinds of roles if she wanted. We could use a new Ripley. No awful "Boo!" shots. Sexually magnetic purple glowing lavalamp things that destroy solar systems, and haven't we all had experiences with a few of those? Or things that seemed like that at the time, anyway.

This was the first time I'd been at the downstairs theater at the St. Francis, too. The St. Francis is the sole remaining downtown movie theater in SF, and its bargain matinee policies attract people who are cineastes so much as appreciative of dark, temperate places to rest. The upstairs is smaller and a little more cloth-covered, and it can be kind of stinky. But the downstairs is a much larger, more theater-looking theater. Sure, the chairs are a little ... grimy. But they recline! Made of metal! And the screen and soundsystem are in better shape too. (No Dolby, though.) This is the kind of place I would buy if I had money.

Also rented Scream 2, which gave me nightmares thanks a bunch. I thought these were supposed to be funny movies. No no, stabbing people and jumping out of the dark, not funny. Kids today and their degraded sensibilities I guess. Blah. Dreams in general were not working very well last night. I was convinced that I had gotten published in an anthology of short stories, with mine being not only the lead story but contributing the title to the book as well. I didn't dream that this was happening, I was remembering that it had happened, not feeling like I was dreaming at all. I thought I was lying there after waking up. It took a long time to work down to the fact that not only had it not been published in a book, it hadn't been published at all. And the reason was that there was no such story, because I had never written it. Even though I could remember so many things about it. (Not enough to go rewrite it though, damnit.) I do so sincerely hate that kind of dream. Thoroughly depressing.

In other news, I still can't be bothered to get out of bed, and our company's stock price is for shit, just as it was opened up for us to be able to sell again, what a coincidence. Pretzels for Snack®. About sums it up.

8:16: MRB Report: Chocolate
Most reminiscent of the original Space Food Sticks so far. Relatively genuine chocolate taste, something like Carnation Instant Breakfast. Texture is chewy but not too much. It tastes compressed. tar -xzf -c food.tar.gz | /dev/mouth.

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

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