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| A new Supply for My Wife's Voracious Appetite |
The contraction of our household goods
continued at home yesterday as my wife worked all day thrusting our possessions
into boxes. She was exhausted when I came home but she’s made it into the kitchen
where some of the most careful packing needs to occur. She obviously paid
attention over the years during our multiple moves when professionals came into
to pack everything in sight (even the cat if not fleet enough of foot). I was
rightfully excluded from packing the kitchen since so many of the items are
made of glass; thus my lifelong plan of carefully cultivated destructive tendencies
came to fruition. Both my wife and I are left with an immense amount of respect
for the professionals who used to pack the entire house up in one long day. I
had to run out for some more boxes as the frenzied packing by my wife had
eradicated our healthy supply.
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| The Canyons Grow |
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| Who Knew?! |
The house failed the fire inspection
yesterday which is required prior to selling a house in Massachusetts. I never
knew that smoke detectors had an expiration date. I know these detectors still
work due to my wife’s well known infamy with fried foods. I thought they lasted
forever as long as you dutifully replaced batteries which I’ve done. I guess I
should have paid attention to the dates prominently displayed on the battery
cover. Saturday will involve replacing seven of the damn things to get ready
for re-inspection. My wife is excited about the re-inspection because the
inspector apparently made a real impression on her (I may show up as well).
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| My First Scare R.I.P. Old Friend |
There was a passing of note of an old
cinematic friend yesterday when Sir Christopher Lee passed away at the age of
93. While everyone says Bela Lugosi is the ultimate Dracula, it was always Lee
for me from the campy Hammer films of the 1960s. Lee terrorized the young version
of myself as I sat in the Colonial Theater back home watching his death stare
between closed fingers. He started me on a lifelong love of being scared in the
movies. He’s been part of the cinematic landscape ever since and achieved fame
with the current generation with his turns in Star Wars and then Lord of the Rings.
So goodbye old friend, thanks for all the chills.
I finally reacquainted myself with a
much younger brand of film friends when I went to see Entourage last night. I
went in with a little restraint because the last couple seasons of the
television show were horrible. It’s sad when a favorite shown descends into mediocrity
and I was interested to see if the movie could recapture some of the whimsical
charm of the first seasons. They did.
The boys have all grown up a little,
well except for Drama, and Ari was toned down a bit to save his marriage. The
plot involves Vinny Chase directing his first movie using Ari’s money. The
briefly clad females and most of the original characters are all back swirling
in Vinnie Chase’s wake. This was a real cameo-a-palooza where virtually
everybody in Hollywood stops by for a few seconds. Ronda Rousey has a bit part
because that seems to be almost required nowadays. The best part of the
recaptured charm though was the relentless attack on the overwhelming pretention
of the movie business which rang so true. It was a nice escape for a couple
hours before returning to our rapidly growing cardboard canyons.
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