Bachelor In Stepford

The wife and Yorkie rose early this morning, as she had meetings and the Yorkie had a visit to the Groomer planned. The alarm woke me at 9:00, as I had no idea whatsoever when the Maid would decide to actually turn up. I got the house opened up for business and boiled some water for my morning tea to get the sleep from my eyes.

The next few hours I spent on the PC in the Office working on first e-mails and things of that nature, then just piddling around with the nerdlists, which still confound me and refuse to be finished. It's bordering on ridiculous at this point, but what are you going to do, I refuse to devote an entire day to dicking with this shit, it's just that stupid.

The wife called eventually to let me know that she'd spoken to the Maid, who was running late from a dentist visit and would be here around noon. I eventually let her in a bit after 12:00, she set to her routine and I decided to make myself some pasta for my lunch. I ate while watching an episode of X-Files on Netfux Instant Watch, then greeted the wife and Yorkie when they returned from their outing. Our Contractor was supposed to drop by to finally pick up a check for his work last year and install a final cover for a vent that we were waiting on, so by the time he turned up our Lawn Guys were here as well, so the Yorkie had a fine old time barking at everyone, then one by one they all finally wrapped up and got the hell out of our hair for good.

The wife spent some time on the Mac, dealing with a few things she had to get caught up on, so I ran the trash out and decided to hit the liquor store to replenish my martini supplies for the evening.

When I got back I made myself a cocktail and settled into the den to re-watch Bachelor In Paradise off the To-Watch Pile, one of the Bob Hope films I watched not too long ago and really enjoyed. The Warner Archive disc looks pretty decent, though the color does go a bit wonky for a few seconds in one certain scene, it looks pretty good otherwise for a film from 1961. The wife joined me for the film and some dinner, as she'd been making another crock pot dish for the evening, a brisket that turned out rather well I have to say. When we finished the Hope film I decided to throw on something else to continue the suburban feel for the evening.

I had never seen The Stepford Wives before, so I had picked it up cheap several months back at Big Lots, which afforded us the luxury of a theme this evening. The movie is pretty entertaining, though I have to admit to a bit of surprise that there isn't more conflict, just a bit of hey, that seems suspicious, hey, what's going on here, oh my God, THIS is what's happening, roll credits - there's no real struggle to stop anything, just here it is, deal with it, which kinda surprised me, especially given the sexual revolution of the time. But what do I know, I guess I was expecting more of a climactic showdown at the end, when I got more of a whimper.

The wife and I sat through a new episode of Whitney, which I still hope will be canceled, as I hate to just bail on it but it's gotten to a point of fucking annoyance with how unfunny it is, so that may have to happen. I also saw a show that they are pimping featuring the always unfunny Chelsea Handler and the always gorgeous Laura Prepon, which left me with a weird feeling, as I kinda want to watch Prepon, but I'd rather have my dick sewn to the couch before I'd sit through any part of Handler trying to be 'funny', so I'm glad we passed on that one.

I put the wife to bed and hopped online to work on this post and listen in on a (Cool) Shite love recording before calling it a night myself.

Be seeing you.