The lawn guys got the Yorkie
worked into a froth with the leaf blowers and mowing shit around 9:00 this morning, so I was forced to get up with the alarm and start my day. The wife had the groomer scheduled today, so she rolled out of bed today and ran Bella
by there shortly before their weird cut off time, hoping against hope that we might get our dog back before nightfall. The last time they had her she was stuck there for about 8 hours
before they finally called, it was pretty pathetic.
The wife was nice enough to return with coffee, I relinquished the computer to her because I had a couple of errands I wanted to run before the day got away from me, so I grabbed a shower and then headed out. I may've mentioned that I've been listening to a new podcast recently, and I happened to have two new episodes of the Ken P. D. Snydecast
to listen to, which are always entertaining.
I hit up Best Buy
for a price adjustment on an item I bought last week that they promptly put on sale for $5 less
than I paid just a week later, which I thought was kinda shitty. That was pretty hassle free, so I poked around a bit and then ran by Big Lots
to see if they had anything interesting and cheap.
I actually found a two pack thing that had the special edition of Carpenter
's The Thing
backed with the rather so-so flick White Noise
, but for $6 for both, how could I say no? I've never owned The Thing
, and this special edition DVD
has more bonus content than the Blu-ray
version of the film does, so what the hell, y'know?
I picked up a sandwich for lunch, then was downright shocked to find traffic so thick on the Loop
that runs the circumference of the city that I was unable to cross the two lanes of traffic on the little feeder/service road to get turned around and head home. I sat through the light twice
waiting for the damned traffic to clear, only to watch it fill right back up to where it was before the light had changed, so I finally gave up and took the loop back around town, exiting on a much better managed area and finally making my way home. This may read like a bunch of whining to the average person, but honestly folks, this is a small town, traffic you can't find a way through is virtually unheard of.
The wife was wrapping up some stuff on the web, so she joined me when I popped in a flick called Stash
, which had arrived courtesy of those rental throttling pricks at Netfux
. The film is a low budget affair, and I was actually wondering why I had added it to the queue, something I'm still at least a little fuzzy on. The film is pretty simple, guys kidnap girl, her father and cops search for her while the guy holding her captive molests and tortures her, and the guys from the Deadpit
site appear towards the end. Their brief cameo may've been why I had been curious to see it, as I follow their videos on YouTube
, though I couldn't swear to it. Regardless, the acting is very spotty in this, the budget apparent in most scenes, and the villainous hillbilly guy doing all the raping and torturing is never truly convincing in his lines; they always seem like he's reciting something rather than actually being freaky and disturbing. Oh well, it was short and sweet, but never really paid off in being as creepy or crazy as the description might lead one to believe. Pass.
I took some time in the late afternoon to run the recycling stuff to the bins (where the fuck did all that plastic suddenly come from?) and then picked up the Yorkie
from the groomer. I walked into the house prepared to chill out and watch another film, only to have the wife hit me up about going out to dinner.
I have been trying to make a concerted effort to be more open to the wife's wild hairs like this, as my natural curmudgeon behavior lends to me flatly refusing a lot of requests that require me to leave the house and associate with people unless I absolutely have to. I agreed, as I was figuring that it was no skin off my ass, right?
We made the critical error of trying to invite the Mother In Law
, who of course had no interest in leaving the house (because the trip didn't involve her new beau, we've begun to notice), but instead wanted to put in her order so that we could bring food over to her after we ate. The wife was typically caught flatfooted and was unable to say 'no', so we went to eat, then drove a to-go plate over to the MIL
's house. Like I mentioned earlier, this wouldn't be so annoying except that she'll jump through her ass if her new beau is in town and wants to go to dinner
, but if one of her daughters
calls she's suddenly got a litany of excuses all cued up to avoid having to be dressed; it's getting a little predictable. And you just know that we couldn't just drop off the food, instead we got stuck there for about an hour, with me mostly bored as the MIL
yammered about what's up in her life (we've begun to realize exactly how self-involved the woman is) and about her still-pending divorce that she's been trying to get finalized for 2 years now.
We finally got the hell out of there and headed home, where we watched the Criterion
version of Noah Baumbach
's film Kicking And Screaming
. A quick aside: Only 56% fresh, Rotten Tomatoes critics? Fuck your mothers, this movie rocks.
Thinking back as the film started, I realized that I hadn't seen it in a good long time, even though I've owned the DVD
for many months now, possibly even since this time last year, which makes me feel bad. The film held up really well, it's so well written and the actors run with all the various character quirks, it just kills me. I was also surprised to recognize Mrs. Ari
) as the one night stand that Grover
has early in the film, and she was quickly topless! It was actually a little shocking to tell you the truth, kinda like seeing a friends wife suddenly drop her shirt or something, like "what the hell just happened? Did I just see that?"
The wife and I called it a night shortly thereafter so I could come to the web to work on this nonsense and left the wife catching up on her Martha Stewart
stuff on the DVR
Be seeing you.Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Lawn Guys
, Ken P D Snydecast
, The Thing
, White Noise
, Kicking And Screaming
, Noah Baumbach
, Perrey Reeves
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