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It seems we're back to a pretty standard Tuesday this week, in that I have very little to catch you up on. Last night I took myself to see
Finding Emily, a British romantic comedy I was utterly delighted by. I was originally supposed to see it with Alexia, but she had to pivot to a trip to Boise this week to assess the resale potential of her rental property there. It's too bad, because I think she would have really enjoyed it.
I rode my bike home from there, wrote the review . . . and then I watched
Prometheus on my computer. It was the fourth time I had seen that movie, but it had been since 2017 that I last watched it. I watched it then in preparation for seeing its sequel released that year,
Alien: Covenant, which is to this day the only film in the entire Alien franchise I have only seen once. But now I want to finally see it again. Too bad it's not readily available on any streamers right now. (My attention was caught by
Prometheus, a thrilling movie with a stupid plot, because it's on HBO Max but leaving at the end of the week.) I'm actually thinking about just renting it for four bucks, which may be worth doing rather than getting the DVD from the library just to have the picture stretched on our Smart TV (I'm not sure I'll ever be able to fix that without buying a new DVD / Blu-Ray player). But according to my review from the time, I actually liked it better than
Prometheus.
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I also had a couple of phone calls with Gabriel. The first was 10 minutes and the second wound up being 42 minutes. In the first one, he was inviting me to his coordinated celebration of Lea's birthday on the 11th (yes, her birthday is September 11), which I might have considered, except it's her with a bunch of friends going to see
Pracrical Magic 2, which I'm already planning to see with Alexia the following Sunday, right after we watch the original
Practical Magic together at the Braeburn condos theater (hopefully reopened by then; Action Movie Night hasn't even happened since June 24). I'm looking forward to that movie, but am pretty confident I won't need to see it twice. Plus I don't want to have seen it already before going with Alexia.
That first call came when I was in the middle of writing my review. The second came when I had about 21 minutes left of
Prometheus. Gabriel was searching archives of the
Daily Evergreen, the student newspaper at WSU where I wrote weekly opinion columns for a couple of years—largely deeply embarrassing stuff that today I'd just as soon have burned. He says I once wrote a disparaging column about Tupac Shakur and it was shortly before his death in 1996. I have no memory of this whatsoever, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. He's certain the column was racist, and honestly it probably was, but I'm not sure what the urgency is of dredging it up again now. We did both come across a couple of archived issues with my columns in them though that were kind of amusing. He found one that had been given the title,
Stop beating me, says the dead horse, and he started reading some of it aloud. No, thank you.
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I can already feel the shifting of the seasons happening, even though it's technically still summer until the 22nd. But, after wearing shorts not just every day on our trip to Europe, but every day since we got back on August 11, I'm back to jeans this week. The highs are barely breaking 70° lately, only occasionally getting as high as 74°; we've actually got rain in the forecast and highs only into the sixties the next three days. I'll have to leave my bike home and walk instead due to weather for the first time in months. Of course, dipshits will try to say this disproves the fact of global warming, because they are morons who don't understand how averages work.
I'm finally going to see
The Odyssey a second time tomorrow after work, and Shobhit is coming so he can see it a first time. I would have been leaving the bike home so I could walk home with him anyway. Still, even bearing in mind that we could have another warm spell clear into October (this is increasingly common), it does feel a little early for summer to feel like it's quickly slipping away. I usually don't mind, but honestly I'm going to miss the constant comfort of shorts. I guess it's time again to embrace the cozy comforts of fall, as I usually do.
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[posted 12:38pm]
