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Where have you been, Fluffy?
I've kept up with my f'list, but haven't been posting much because prolonged computing brings on The Headache. My glasses, which were supposedly going to be ready a week ago will alledgedly be here next week. Grrr. Sure do hope so, because driving is getting scary.
Next week, I'll be house-sitting for the C's---they're cruising, again---and went over this morning to check in, renew acquaintance with the doggies, the usual. Afterward, I *wanted* to go catch One for the Money, if only to see how badly they corrupted the source material. No such luck; I'd've had to wait two hours for the next show---so I went to see Contraband instead.
As the reviews suggest, Contraband is a solid, somewhat predictable action-thriller. I spotted one Mcguffin immediately, well in advance of its plot point status. I also guessed another trope a half-hour before it became obvious. That doesn't necessarily mean Contraband is badly written or executed, only that I view things as a writer, and understand the nuts and bolts of how that kind of smoke and mirrors works. Besides, it has Mark Wahlberg going for it; he's a good, solid actor, and he's likeable in this part. There wasn't as much Bill Lucking as I'd hoped---only two scenes, but at least he's getting work.
On the way home, I stopped by the pawn shop to see Bunny and snagged a few goodies. I saw Sweeney Todd when it came out in theaters, and have wanted to see it again purely for the Burton eye-candy of it all. Also grabbed Star Trek the reboot, which I've seen and like. Bunny made me a good deal on my purchases, and says we may be able to get together sometime after Valentine's Day.
I need to do laundry tomorrow so I'll have something to wear next week. I briefly considered just transporting it all and doing it over there, but I'd really rather use my own machine---they've got this space-age thing you practically need an engineering degree to use. I've never quite trusted it since the time it boiled one of my good bras to death.
TTFN.
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Next week, I'll be house-sitting for the C's---they're cruising, again---and went over this morning to check in, renew acquaintance with the doggies, the usual. Afterward, I *wanted* to go catch One for the Money, if only to see how badly they corrupted the source material. No such luck; I'd've had to wait two hours for the next show---so I went to see Contraband instead.
As the reviews suggest, Contraband is a solid, somewhat predictable action-thriller. I spotted one Mcguffin immediately, well in advance of its plot point status. I also guessed another trope a half-hour before it became obvious. That doesn't necessarily mean Contraband is badly written or executed, only that I view things as a writer, and understand the nuts and bolts of how that kind of smoke and mirrors works. Besides, it has Mark Wahlberg going for it; he's a good, solid actor, and he's likeable in this part. There wasn't as much Bill Lucking as I'd hoped---only two scenes, but at least he's getting work.
On the way home, I stopped by the pawn shop to see Bunny and snagged a few goodies. I saw Sweeney Todd when it came out in theaters, and have wanted to see it again purely for the Burton eye-candy of it all. Also grabbed Star Trek the reboot, which I've seen and like. Bunny made me a good deal on my purchases, and says we may be able to get together sometime after Valentine's Day.
I need to do laundry tomorrow so I'll have something to wear next week. I briefly considered just transporting it all and doing it over there, but I'd really rather use my own machine---they've got this space-age thing you practically need an engineering degree to use. I've never quite trusted it since the time it boiled one of my good bras to death.
TTFN.
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