I woke shortly after the alarm this morning, lay there for a few and then finally forced myself up to make some tea. I got the house opened up for business and spent some time in the Utility Room
, working on laundry a bit. I picked up the house while listening to a podcast, then finally settled into the den to watch a movie and kill some time while I waited on the Suddenlink
guy to turn up and fix our busted interwebs.
Since I wanted to keep with the whole Movie Shame Monday
concept, I popped in East Of Eden
, as I've never seen a James Dean
movie in its entirety and figured I should start with the first one he had a leading role in. This actually proved tricky, as it and Rebel Without A Cause
were released the same year, so I had to track down exact dates on IMDB
to figure which one happened first. The movie was interesting, though I was a little put off by Dean
's mannerisms toward the beginning of the movie, as he has this weird foot scuffing, folded arms, head in chest body language that I'd associate with a pouting 10 year old rather than a grown man, or at least a boy in his very late teens. It kept making me wonder what age he was meant to be playing, but it lessened as the film went on, and some over the top melodrama elements aside, I really enjoyed this one quite a bit by the time that credits rolled.
The wife had a meeting canceled, so she turned up with some salads for lunch while I was in the middle of the movie. We ate and visited during the middle of the flick, then she spent some time in the Office
catching up on some printing she had to do before she left for a later meeting.
I finished the movie and waited (im)patiently for the interweb guy who’s supposed to be there between 12-2 in the afternoon. At 2:01 I call Suddenlink
and dance through the rigmarole of the cable being in the wife's name, thus associated with her
social security number, which I don't know off the top of my head. I finally find some kind of security code on the cable bill that allows the phone lady to believe that I'm the husband and not just some do-gooder asshole trying to find out if these total strangers are going to have their cable worked on this afternoon. Seriously, she tells me there's an FCC
law stating that she can't discuss the 'details' of the account unless I prove who I am, even though what I'm asking is "hey, is there a service call scheduled?", not like I was trying to cancel service or add a buncha porno channels to someone's bill. Weird.
The best part of the conversation was when she tells me that the guy is running an hour late (though no one has bothered to let ME
know this) and that by the way, we qualify for the Suddenlink
home phone service if we're interested, which pretty much fucking floored me.
I told her point blank that she had a lot
of guts trying to sell me another service from her company when the one we're already paying for isn't working at all, to which she commented that at least I could laugh about the situation and seemed to take it in stride. I told her that my options were to laugh or smash the phone at this point, so I was finding it pretty funny and quite frankly kind of galling, then we said our goodbyes and I waited for their guy to show up.
, you people have some kinda gall
, I gotta tellya.
guy finally arrives, I put the Yorkie
away in the bedroom, the guy spends about 15 minutes checking things out both indoors and out before he decides that it may be the modem (thank you, Christ
), so he leaves to get a new one.
I released the Yorkie
and popped in Mr Blandings Builds His Dream House
for a re-watch to pass the time. The wife returned, we caught up about the state of things, then she and the dog holed up on bedroom as Suddenlink
guy returned. He installed the new modem, and **poof**, problem solved and we’ve got super fast service on the PC
that we’ve never
had before, making me wonder what archaic shit we’ve been using all these years simply because they left it with us when we first signed up for this service all those years ago?
The wife left for yoga and I finally settled down and finished my re-watch of Blandings
over some afternoon tea while shredding magazines for collage purposes.
The wife returned with deli sandwiches for dinner and I popped in The Virginity Hit
so we can get it back in the mail to Netfux
. The movie was okay, but honestly never builds enough steam for me to care all that much about it. Plus it exists in this weird void where kids smoke pot and have casual sex, taping almost all of it to post on the interwebs and never really have any
blow back about it from anyone’s
? Really? That seems a little too convenient to me considering how much of an effort other things are made to feel realistic in their portrayal of the hand held filmmaking and quasi ‘found’ footage feel. Oh well, it was an okay movie that I will likely forget before the calendar year is out, to be perfectly honest.
We wrapped the night with the pilot episode of The Playboy Club
, which is kind of interesting but also left me making immediate
comparisons to Mad Men
, just because some of the characters reminded me physically of this or that character from the already established program, as well as the obvious period setting. Maybe it’ll find its way, but so far aside from a cute Amber Heard
(pictured at far left) and the single ‘chocolate bunny
’ working the club who is nice to look at, there’s not a helluva lot going on here to make me want to come back for more.
We called it a night and I started the long process of digging my way out of the e-mails that’d piled up over the weekend, as well as the backlog of blog posts, which I hope to get caught up by the middle of the week if I can bang stuff out at two a day or so.
Be seeing you.