Time for an update
Sunday night I once again didn’t bother sleeping, choosing instead to sleep during the five hour - including one connection which involved a mad sprint through DFW - morning flight. I arrived without any trouble, met my sib at the airport, and, after a fast food dinner, we just lazed about the house for the rest of the evening. The days following my arrival were nearly a déjà vu of my last trip here and included a trip to the bank to close up a couple of CDs, more allergy aggravating yard work, more phone calls to change or close various accounts, and taking the truck in for maintenance - the bright side is that there was nothing seriously wrong with it, but time has taken its toll, and the two front tires need replacing, another thing to add to my to-do list. All in all, though, we didn’t accomplish too much. I survived my family, and my sib flies back Friday morn, thus starting tomorrow I’m on my own again. But there are more people to phone call, weeds to whack, repairs to look into, and cleaning to do. You might think I’d be dreading the physical labor aspect of things, but my least favorite item on that list of chores is the phone calls, because of the time wasted navigating various automated systems in an attempt to reach a real live human being.
Nothing all that interesting has happened aside from one curious thing the first night. I’d gone into the dining room to get a soda from the small fridge when I saw movement in a clear resealable bag of rice crackers I’d left on the table weeks earlier. I did a double take, but my eyes did not deceive me. The top of the bag had been chewed through, and inside a small mouse, no more than a baby, was sitting upon its hind legs. Unable to bring myself to kill it, I released it outside, but now its war. Where there is one there are more; the traps are set, and the line has been drawn. I am the bane of mice everywhere, mwahahahaha! I wish I’d thought to take a photo of the mouse in the bag before I’d released it though. It was strange.
Since I’m suffering dial-up purgatory for the time being, I’ve been spending my free time finishing up The Da Vinci Code -- I can’t help but make comparisons to Foucault’s Pendulum as I read, so I’ll post more about both once I’ve finished the former -- playing Myst IV and a couple other games, and drawing. Call me a masochist, but I actually miss my MMORPGS, and I look forward to getting back to the online grind next week. I also saw Memoirs of a Geisha. The reviews I’d read were mixed, most praising the visual elements, but I liked it. However, I heard echoes of the critics in the back of my mind, specifically the film’s use of Chinese actresses for Japanese characters. It’s not a huge deal to me, and I’m not going to cry “discrimination”, because I believe they did it because that wanted better-known actresses, yet it would have been nice to debut some Japanese actresses to the West. Moreover, this would have allowed the film to be done in Japanese with subtitles, and I think that would have made it easier for the actresses to convey emotion via their voices. But perhaps that would have made the film less marketable to the masses. There are people who are put off by a film if they have to read subtitles or if it’s too "foreign".
Miss you guys and our regular chats. *smoochies*
Nothing all that interesting has happened aside from one curious thing the first night. I’d gone into the dining room to get a soda from the small fridge when I saw movement in a clear resealable bag of rice crackers I’d left on the table weeks earlier. I did a double take, but my eyes did not deceive me. The top of the bag had been chewed through, and inside a small mouse, no more than a baby, was sitting upon its hind legs. Unable to bring myself to kill it, I released it outside, but now its war. Where there is one there are more; the traps are set, and the line has been drawn. I am the bane of mice everywhere, mwahahahaha! I wish I’d thought to take a photo of the mouse in the bag before I’d released it though. It was strange.
Since I’m suffering dial-up purgatory for the time being, I’ve been spending my free time finishing up The Da Vinci Code -- I can’t help but make comparisons to Foucault’s Pendulum as I read, so I’ll post more about both once I’ve finished the former -- playing Myst IV and a couple other games, and drawing. Call me a masochist, but I actually miss my MMORPGS, and I look forward to getting back to the online grind next week. I also saw Memoirs of a Geisha. The reviews I’d read were mixed, most praising the visual elements, but I liked it. However, I heard echoes of the critics in the back of my mind, specifically the film’s use of Chinese actresses for Japanese characters. It’s not a huge deal to me, and I’m not going to cry “discrimination”, because I believe they did it because that wanted better-known actresses, yet it would have been nice to debut some Japanese actresses to the West. Moreover, this would have allowed the film to be done in Japanese with subtitles, and I think that would have made it easier for the actresses to convey emotion via their voices. But perhaps that would have made the film less marketable to the masses. There are people who are put off by a film if they have to read subtitles or if it’s too "foreign".
Miss you guys and our regular chats. *smoochies*