“Are you mad that you died at the end of Die Hard?”

Just a quiet Sunday at home. Overnight, the weather turned into fall. I finished the New York Times crossword for a change, watched a bunch of episodes of Sports Night and The Office, helped my father set up a couple of new bird feeders in the backyard, and this evening watch Funny People. The movie was okay, but I think Keith Phipps described it best as “refreshingly unformulaic, but a rambling mess.” I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a film to be more formulaic…which was almost sort of a welcome relief after last night’s Resident Evil movie.

I wrote a little bit, too, but not nearly as much as I was hoping to. And I found myself more interested in a completely different story than the one I’d been working on, the one I was hoping to get into shape for a submission deadline at the end of the month. I’m off from work tomorrow — just taking a three-day weekend, planned over a month ago — so hopefully I can do a little more writing then.

“He made a deal with Dr. Doom, same as you.”

I felt better for most of today, which I spent mostly putting together copies of Kaleidotrope for mailing, which I expect to do on Monday. (One of the benefits of taking the day off.) I also bought myself an exercise ball, which, despite only looking a little like it does in that picture when inflated (with a pump that looks nothing like the one in the picture, there or on the box), I hope will help me with exercising my back.

This evening, I watched Resident Evil: Apocalypse, the second movie in the franchise that for some reason keeps on going. I can’t say I really liked it all that much. It had a few good moments, mostly when it actually lets Milla Jovovich be a bad ass, and the film ends interestingly enough. But overall, I found it aggressively mediocre more than anything else, and it didn’t suggest any reason to watch either of the next two sequels after it.