movies

Saturday

I read some Kaleidotrope submissions today, watched a little bit of Would I Lie to You? on YouTube, and then this evening, I suppose inspired by yesterdy’s Song of the Day, I watched The Harder They Come. It’s not bad, although the soundtrack is probably what it’s best remembered for. (The soundtrack, including the title song, is pretty terrific, and I’m not even usually a huge fan of reggae.)

Anyway, that, more or less, was Saturday.

Right now, the neighbors are having a very loud party across the street. So there’s that.

Last night

Last night, I got take-out from a local Southern restaurant, one I don’t much opportunity to visit. (I think this is actually only the third time I’ve ever been there.) I ordered fried green tomatoes, fried catfish (with hush puppies, cornbread, collard greens, and coleslaw), and banana pudding for dessert. I feel like I maybe should have gone with the brisket, even though the catfish was quite tasty, just to change things up a little. But the tomatoes, particularly the horseradish dressing, and the pudding were ridicuolously good. I spent the rest of the evening wrapped in a food coma.

I was disappointed to discover the Thai place I really like, that used to be right next door, is now a Five Guy’s hamburger joint. I’ve become slightly less enamored of Five Guy’s now that the novelty and rarity has worn off. (There’s one across the street from my office.) Truth be told, I don’t love their fries, and I think I prefer In-N-Out Burger. And I really did like that Thai place.

Anyway, other than that, yesterday was a pretty ordinary day. We had a brief presentation about author filming, what to do and what not to do, and how it can be a tool for promoting a book. I don’t know that it’s something that I’ll have call to do in the near future, but you never know.

Today was my last day all by my lonesome, just me and the dog. My parents fly home from Italy tomorrow, and both I and the dog will be happy to see them. Tucker dosn’t like change in his routine; I don’t love having the house all to myself at night. It’s one reason, I have to admit (though it sounds silly), that I’ve shied away from watching anything like a horror movie while they were away. Tonight, I watched t Transsibberian, a thriller, which is about as close as I’ve gotten these past two weeks. (The movie was good, and well acted, although honestly a bit disappointing in the end.) I’ll be happy to have a little more noise than just a barking dog (and me talking to the dog, or, sometimes, myself) around the house again.

Today was mostly about running a few last-minute errands, doing laundry and dishes, and trying to reassure Tucker he’d only have to put up with me for one more night.

Anyway, that’s it for Friday and Saturday, such as they were.

Satursomething or other

I gave the dog a bath today, with the garden hose and some pet shampoo, and that went about as well as you might imagine. He certainly didn’t seem to enjoy it, but it’s something I’ve been meaning to do all week. But haven’t been able to do because it rained all week. (It only rained a little, and later, today.)

Beyond that…well, it was a pretty uneventful day. I did a little grocery shopping, and I nodded off it the late afternoon after watching yet more Eureka. (I seem to be caught up to the episodes that have aired, so I guess I’ll get to watch the final season along with everyone else.) I’m feeling much better, although still somewhat fatigued and phlegmy.

This evening, I watched Metropolitan (well, after re-watching most of Panic and a good chunk of Out of Sight). It felt very familiar, to the point where I’m pretty sure I’ve actually seen it before. S’okay, it wasn’t bad.

Duck hunting

It was a quiet though lovely day here in New York. Lots of sunshine, nothing much to be done. Oh sure, I’ve got lots and lots and lots of Kaleidotrope submissions still to get through — and I only managed to get through a tiny handful today — but beyond that and an episode of Supernatural, it’s not like I had anything remarkable planned.

This evening, I went out to dinner with my parents, sister, and brother-in-law, for Mother’s Day. We went to the same restaurant we went to for my birthday in March. I even had the same duck entree. And it was good, but not anywhere as good. Oh well.

When I came home, I watched Predators, which will never replace the original in my heart — really, what could? — but it was surprisingly not terrible.

And that was my day.

Ah, the weekend’s here again

I was woken up early this morning by a barking dog, who admittedly did have to go outside…although maybe only because, as I learned this evening, last night he ate several peanuts, shells and all. My sympathy extends only so far.

I spent the rest of the day as one would spend any normal Friday, researching cognitive psychology textbooks until my own cognitive processes started to crumble into dust.

Why? How did you spend your Friday?