The Most Terrible Love Bites In My Life
The Goddamned dog must be feeling back to 100%, because she's back to annoying the hell out of me. I went to sleep last night after reading a bit more of the Updike novel I'm slowly working my way through, hoping to get at least 7 hours sleep, so naturally the dog woke me up yapping at the neighbors Lawn Guys (not even our own!) at the crack of 9:00 this morning, ruining my chances/plans to sleep in a bit. I'm happy she's back to normal, but yeah, it's kind of a pain in the ass at the same time.
The wife had already been nagged awake even earlier to feed the selfish little bastard, so she was in the kitchen making herself some coffee, as she's become very fond of the latte and has been teaching herself how to approximate the Starbuck's white chocolate mocha, so that's kinda cool. She fielded several phone-calls in the Office while I got the house opened up for business and noted with a cocked eyebrow that the asshole of a dog had now gone back to bed since her staff had been successfully rousted from the bedroom.
Jerk.
I picked up the kitchen a bit, then looked at e-mail and whatnot on the web before finally deciding that it was time for a bit of an early lunch, so the wife and I agreed on some chicken wings from a place across town, so she called in the order and I dressed to head out and pick it up before I would have to deal with the typical lunch rush. I got home with the food just ahead of the wife leaving for a quick meeting, so I put her stuff on the microwave to rest until she got back, then grabbed a quick selection from the To-Watch Pile to pop in while I ate.
Love Bites was the second film in a set labeled 'Two From Asia Argento', this one being a French film in which a night-owl schemer type gets hired by a rich individual to track down a man and his female companion who only come out at night, then vampire hints begin to trickle in as you might expect. Argento is the vampire's companion, and doesn't actually appear until about a half hour into the film, so it's a tad disingenuous to have her on the front cover as if she's the star attraction, but I guess that's how marketing fucks you from time to time. The movie's okay, but honestly nothing to write home about; I have to say that this set was slightly disappointing all the way around.
The wife returned as I was finishing up the movie and ate her lunch while we went through the mail, then she and the Yorkie chilled in the bedroom while I moved into the Office to work on the blog for a bit and continue to clear off the desk while listening to a couple podcasts.
Since I knew there were several things we would be watching in the evening I decided to try to squeeze in another movie before 7:00 rolled around. A shake of the iPhone offered the suggestion of The Most Terrible Time In My Life, which is a Japanese film from the mid-'90s that pays homage to the trappings of the film noir genre with a down on his luck private eye named Maiku (Mike) Hama getting involved in a case involving the Yakuza and a gang of foreigners who have banded together in a power play for turf. It's a good little flick, though I was a little surprised that it ends on something of a cliffhanger feel, because while I knew this was the first of three films with this character, I wasn't aware that there were that connected.
We spent the evening with the usual NBC comedy line-up, which was fun as usual, though I for the first time really had that sensation that everyone else has been bitching about in regards to The Office floundering, as tonight's episode just felt amazingly contrived at several turns. The new season of Archer started tonight, so that was a helluva lot of fun, as Burt Reynolds turns up as a love interest for Archer's mother, irritating him to no end.
We called it a night around 10:30, after a new episode of Person Of Interest, in which our hero Jim Caviezel proceeds to beat a guy's ass in front of the gym he'd been headed to for a workout, it was rather amusing, as the guy quite fancied himself to be a badass.
I'm out kids.
Be seeing you.
The wife had already been nagged awake even earlier to feed the selfish little bastard, so she was in the kitchen making herself some coffee, as she's become very fond of the latte and has been teaching herself how to approximate the Starbuck's white chocolate mocha, so that's kinda cool. She fielded several phone-calls in the Office while I got the house opened up for business and noted with a cocked eyebrow that the asshole of a dog had now gone back to bed since her staff had been successfully rousted from the bedroom.
Jerk.
I picked up the kitchen a bit, then looked at e-mail and whatnot on the web before finally deciding that it was time for a bit of an early lunch, so the wife and I agreed on some chicken wings from a place across town, so she called in the order and I dressed to head out and pick it up before I would have to deal with the typical lunch rush. I got home with the food just ahead of the wife leaving for a quick meeting, so I put her stuff on the microwave to rest until she got back, then grabbed a quick selection from the To-Watch Pile to pop in while I ate.
Love Bites was the second film in a set labeled 'Two From Asia Argento', this one being a French film in which a night-owl schemer type gets hired by a rich individual to track down a man and his female companion who only come out at night, then vampire hints begin to trickle in as you might expect. Argento is the vampire's companion, and doesn't actually appear until about a half hour into the film, so it's a tad disingenuous to have her on the front cover as if she's the star attraction, but I guess that's how marketing fucks you from time to time. The movie's okay, but honestly nothing to write home about; I have to say that this set was slightly disappointing all the way around.The wife returned as I was finishing up the movie and ate her lunch while we went through the mail, then she and the Yorkie chilled in the bedroom while I moved into the Office to work on the blog for a bit and continue to clear off the desk while listening to a couple podcasts.
Since I knew there were several things we would be watching in the evening I decided to try to squeeze in another movie before 7:00 rolled around. A shake of the iPhone offered the suggestion of The Most Terrible Time In My Life, which is a Japanese film from the mid-'90s that pays homage to the trappings of the film noir genre with a down on his luck private eye named Maiku (Mike) Hama getting involved in a case involving the Yakuza and a gang of foreigners who have banded together in a power play for turf. It's a good little flick, though I was a little surprised that it ends on something of a cliffhanger feel, because while I knew this was the first of three films with this character, I wasn't aware that there were that connected.We spent the evening with the usual NBC comedy line-up, which was fun as usual, though I for the first time really had that sensation that everyone else has been bitching about in regards to The Office floundering, as tonight's episode just felt amazingly contrived at several turns. The new season of Archer started tonight, so that was a helluva lot of fun, as Burt Reynolds turns up as a love interest for Archer's mother, irritating him to no end.
We called it a night around 10:30, after a new episode of Person Of Interest, in which our hero Jim Caviezel proceeds to beat a guy's ass in front of the gym he'd been headed to for a workout, it was rather amusing, as the guy quite fancied himself to be a badass.
I'm out kids.
Be seeing you.
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