“It flies like a truck.” “Good. What is a truck?”

It rained all day here, and so I spent most of the day inside playing computer games and just hanging out. I played a little with the dog, watched a little TV — including a little more of Saturday Night Live’s very odd first season — and not a whole lot else.

This evening, after dinner, I watched The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension. I think if I’d watched it when it first came out, when I was seven years old, it would be one of my favorite movies. As it is, seeing it now for the very first time, I just find it agreeably weird. I like what Noel Murray says about it:

…it remains an occasionally incomprehensible rush of subplots, sight gags, mythology, and bizarre fashion choices, truer to the spirit of classic adventure stories than to the letter. Which may be why people who love the film feel the way they do. Buckaroo Banzai assumes an attitude of poise and purpose in an otherwise awkward universe.

Now I think I’ll do a little late-night capping — tonight is HCC‘s third anniversary — then call it a night. There’s that darn Daylight Savings Time to contend with, after all.

ETA: I neglected to add — maybe because I still can’t quite believe it — that my eyeglasses broke today. I was cleaning the lenses and the frames just snapped at the bridge. This is especially annoying because these were a replacement pair for glasses that broke back in June, less than a year after I’d bought that first pair. This was also around the same time that another pair of glasses, bought concurrently with the first broken set, themselves broke. I think I’m going to skip going back to Pearle Vision, where I bought both of the quickly broken frames and the now quickly broken replacement pair. I’m not especially rough with my glasses or anything, and this is just ridiculous. I’m back to wearing my old set, which I luckily kept, and which hasn’t once shown signs of breaking in the decade-plus that I’ve owned them.