Short And Boring
Like my first relationship.
That's what I expect from this post tonight, as very little happened today and I'm not that interested in trying to prop it up and make it sound interesting.
I got up around 9:00, found the wife still here and on the computer, her meetings reshuffled around and leaving her free for the morning. I had made an appointment to see the Hairdresser at 11:00, with the wife piggybacking on that appointment to get her eyebrows tweezed. I showered and put away laundry, then we headed out to do that. The wife got her brows done first, since she wanted time for the redness to subside before we left and faced the world. I found out that one of the Hairdressers' children is pregnant, and that she and her girlfriend will most likely end up near raising the child, as the girl is in her late teens. Weird turn of events, but the kid will have a set of hot lesbian grandmothers, so that's a cool conversation starter.
We had lunch afterwards, then went by the offices of one of the wife's non-profits to pick up some stuff she had to run downtown. Back at the house, the wife headed out to her thing and I spent some prep time on the new project, getting it ready to work on later in the weekend. I also decided to bite the bullet and tackle some of the clutter in the garage storage, sorting through some of that crap for about an hour. I listened to the majority of a week-old Indie Spinner Rack, which featured a lengthy interview with artist Ted McKeever, which was really interesting. This was a follow up to one they'd done awhile back, in which I was surprised to learn that McKeever is apparently quite a gym nut, and has become quite built in the last few years, something of a rarity in the comic world. If I recall correctly he attributes it to giving up booze and other vices, channeling his energies into something more positive.
The wife got back from her errands, letting me know that she had to go downtown at 11:00 this evening to help take down some junk from the preview party that was being thrown, so I volunteered to help her do that. She caught a nap while I watched a few Simpsons on the TiVo, then started dicking around with iTunes some more to put together a few CD's for the car.
We had dinner with Brian, along with the rest of the local population at Chili's. Back at the house we checked out The Soup, then I decided to get a jump on this while waiting to run downtown later.
We went downtown and picked up the few accessory items the wife had brought for decoration, chatted with her friend Scrawy McTall for a few minutes, then headed home. We attempted to buy some fresh doughnuts in vain, as they only had cake available, and who the fuck wants that?
The Yorkie was happy to see us, as she's very unaccustomed to anyone leaving the house at the late hour, and I got the wife and she settled in bed before finishing up this.
If you're bored and need something else to read, there's something new I wrote over at PS, as well as a review for Southland Tales over at Big Suck Loser, so clicky clicky. Talk of the Southland, here's a taste of the weirdness, a musical scene of Timberlake lip-synching The Killers' All These Things That I've Done. Timberlake performs a little musical number in an arcade backed by Marilyn Monroe impersonators.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Errands, Hairdressers, Podcasts, Indie Spinner Rack, Ted McKeever, TiVo, The Simpsons, iTunes, CD Burning, The Soup, Movies, Pop Syndicate, Reviews, Southland Tales, Big Suck Loser, The Killers, Justin Timberlake
That's what I expect from this post tonight, as very little happened today and I'm not that interested in trying to prop it up and make it sound interesting.
I got up around 9:00, found the wife still here and on the computer, her meetings reshuffled around and leaving her free for the morning. I had made an appointment to see the Hairdresser at 11:00, with the wife piggybacking on that appointment to get her eyebrows tweezed. I showered and put away laundry, then we headed out to do that. The wife got her brows done first, since she wanted time for the redness to subside before we left and faced the world. I found out that one of the Hairdressers' children is pregnant, and that she and her girlfriend will most likely end up near raising the child, as the girl is in her late teens. Weird turn of events, but the kid will have a set of hot lesbian grandmothers, so that's a cool conversation starter.
We had lunch afterwards, then went by the offices of one of the wife's non-profits to pick up some stuff she had to run downtown. Back at the house, the wife headed out to her thing and I spent some prep time on the new project, getting it ready to work on later in the weekend. I also decided to bite the bullet and tackle some of the clutter in the garage storage, sorting through some of that crap for about an hour. I listened to the majority of a week-old Indie Spinner Rack, which featured a lengthy interview with artist Ted McKeever, which was really interesting. This was a follow up to one they'd done awhile back, in which I was surprised to learn that McKeever is apparently quite a gym nut, and has become quite built in the last few years, something of a rarity in the comic world. If I recall correctly he attributes it to giving up booze and other vices, channeling his energies into something more positive.The wife got back from her errands, letting me know that she had to go downtown at 11:00 this evening to help take down some junk from the preview party that was being thrown, so I volunteered to help her do that. She caught a nap while I watched a few Simpsons on the TiVo, then started dicking around with iTunes some more to put together a few CD's for the car.
We had dinner with Brian, along with the rest of the local population at Chili's. Back at the house we checked out The Soup, then I decided to get a jump on this while waiting to run downtown later.
We went downtown and picked up the few accessory items the wife had brought for decoration, chatted with her friend Scrawy McTall for a few minutes, then headed home. We attempted to buy some fresh doughnuts in vain, as they only had cake available, and who the fuck wants that?
The Yorkie was happy to see us, as she's very unaccustomed to anyone leaving the house at the late hour, and I got the wife and she settled in bed before finishing up this.
If you're bored and need something else to read, there's something new I wrote over at PS, as well as a review for Southland Tales over at Big Suck Loser, so clicky clicky. Talk of the Southland, here's a taste of the weirdness, a musical scene of Timberlake lip-synching The Killers' All These Things That I've Done. Timberlake performs a little musical number in an arcade backed by Marilyn Monroe impersonators.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Errands, Hairdressers, Podcasts, Indie Spinner Rack, Ted McKeever, TiVo, The Simpsons, iTunes, CD Burning, The Soup, Movies, Pop Syndicate, Reviews, Southland Tales, Big Suck Loser, The Killers, Justin Timberlake
Labels: Big Suck Loser, CD Burning, Errands, Hairdressers, Indie Spinner Rack, iTunes, Justin Timberlake, Movies, Podcasts, Pop Syndicate, Reviews, Ted McKeever, The Killers, The Simpsons, The Soup, TiVo
Mob Wasted Everyone's Time Again At 10:04 PM
3 comments:
Nice review of Southland Tales and the video was pretty strange yet enjoyable.
Southland Tales had promise but I really couldn't get into the muddled storytelling. I thought the Rock was good in it and I was pleasantly surprised to see John Larroquette.
I still don't understand the appeal of Justin Timberlake. How does a douche like this have any credibility. Then again, the same thing could be said about Mark Wahlberg [who I do like].
Richard Kelly is a very talented director and I hope that his next project is more focused and concise.
Dale: The video was totally unexpected in the course of the film, but I found myself strangely amused by it.
Glad you liked the review, I'm always curious who accounts for the traffic over there.
T Van: I think I got fished into the campy aspects of the film enough that when the plotting went off the rails I didn't care as much. I must be a posterboy for style over substance, I feel like I gloss over other aspects of a lot of films if they have the panache to choose a look or type of storytelling and just push through with it, regardless of plotholes.
Timberlake was actually alright in the flick to me, and I obviously loved his little musical number. I don't picture me seeking him out, but he didn't bother me here, even if his voice is heard throughout the film.
Now those fucking Pepsi commercials of him getting yanked across town, those are annoying as hell and I sigh contentedly every time TiVo allows me to skip one.
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