"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
Not the most eventful of Saturdays, but a pleasant one nevertheless. I did a little reading, finished watching the second season of the terrific Breaking Bad, and this evening watched the surprisingly entertaining I Love You, Phillip Morris. (The official title doesn’t include that comma, but the editor in me will not let that pass.)
So, allergies a little worse than yesterday, but not as bad as Monday evening. That’s something, right?
The day was spent mostly like any other. This evening, though, I attended a live Rifftrax show at a movie theater downtown at Union Square with some fellow cappers. I grabbed a burger at Pete’s Tavern beforehand, browsed at the actually quite nice nearby Barnes & Noble, then went and enjoyed the show.
I’m on the train home as I write this, having arrived at Penn Station just in time to get one actually headed to my station.
Finally, complaining that parental leave is an unfair “benefit†because not everyone has or wants children is a like complaining psychological medial coverage is unfair because not everyone is insane, or permanent disability coverage is unfair because not everyone is guaranteed to have their legs chewed off by mechanical equipment while on the clock.
I woke up this morning sneezing, or near enough, and I took an Allegra to get myself through the allergies. Unfortunately, I’ve been feeling pretty edgy and nervous almost all day thanks to it, and I think I’m officially going to take it off the menu as far as allergy medications are concerned. I’d stopped taking it altogether for a week before this for the same reason, and it may be that I’m just overly sensitive to this (not uncommon) side effect. I don’t feel terrible, but I do feel like it’s left me in the same neighborhood as panic attacks. I constantly feel like I’m tensing up for something that isn’t actually happening.
Which maybe makes it sound like I had a terrible day, although I didn’t. I went out and bought some clothes, stumbling into some surprisingly good deals at the local mall, and then I came home and watched Die Hard over lunch. I hadn’t been planning on that, and it’s not like I haven’t seen it before, but it remains an exceptionally terrific action movie (some of the ’80s fashion notwithstanding). Then I did some cleaning and watched a couple episodes of Breaking Bad (just the thing to watch when you’re feeling a little on edge). And finally, this evening, I watched The Third Man for the first time. I seem to vaguely remember reading the novella back in high school — Graham Greene wrote it after his screenplay, apparently — but I also seem to remember that reading it was a mistake, when what I was supposed to be reading was The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett. Was this for the literary club, of which I was briefly, intermittently a member? It couldn’t have been for a class. I honestly don’t remember, and I clearly didn’t remember Greene’s book very well either, as I didn’t see the twist coming.
But I quite enjoyed the movie.
An uneventful day, albeit one that ended with poking good, much-deserved fun at Flash Gordon with friends online. (Brian Blessed — BRIAN BLESSED!! — is easily the best, maybe only good, thing about the film, which tries for high camp and mostly just hits dumb and boring.)
Anyway, that was my Friday.