Songs vary. Who knows why. It’s like subconscious Bingo. I don’t even care to know why. This morning’s song wasn’t a singer, but it was a hummer – Binary Sunset by John Williams of Star Wars fame. You know, the part when Luke is on Tatooine looking awesomely heroic while the sun goes down?

Update – Just in case you forgot, except for Leah

I’ve had a terrible cold the past week. My sinuses feel crowded and gluey. I’m sure I’m on the mend (hey, tea can only do so much) but each morning feels like a small death until I can blow and hack everything out. I know, gross.

Today I’m looking forward to receiving my next two Netflix movies! Hooray for the Netflix and hooray for the United States Postal Service! Rhen is getting The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep and I’m getting There Will Be Blood. I’ve been a huge fan of Mr. Day-Lewis ever since he played Bill the Butcher in Gangs of New York.

Oh! Last weekend Christi’s office mate found us a Schwinn bike trailer for ten bucks at a garage sale! Practically brand new but missing the coupler to hook it up to a bike. Go online, find part, order part for another ten dollars, wait three days, hook it up last night – perfecto!  Trailer retails for $200. We got it for $20. Just awesomeness. Rhen loves it.

What else? Hmmm. Shuffle through papers. Hmm, nothing really there. In basket empty. Out basket empty. Of course there will be photography and emails I need to catch up on too. Always nice to write and photograph.

So I will sit, drink coffee and be patient while winter plays its last hand over this fine weekend.

They keep sending me cracked DVDs of it.

What the eff Netflix?

That seems to all end with the craptacular Da Vinci Code. There are only a handful of movies that I have turned off before they finish. After a good solid attentive twenty movies I just simply couldn’t convince myself that I cared anymore. I got bored and I turned it off. I think it was the hair. What the fuck was up with his hair? And flagellates. Yuck. It doesn’t surprise me that every idiot in the world loved this book.

The matinee was Girl with a Pearl Earring. Holy shit! Every little scene shot is a masterpiece of studio lighting. Look, it’s Scarlett the maid washing clothes! Gorgeous. It’s Scarlett walking with her boyfriend the butcher! Breathtaking. The movie is complete eye candy. It’s slow and quiet but I don’t mind. Not every movie needs the frantic pacing of Bruckheimer to be good. But it is a movie about a painting. How exciting can it be? Not very but I still love it.

The evening show was The Black Dahlia. Sure, Scarlett isn’t the leading actress but she has a big enough role to reassure me that I was still at the Scarlett Johansson Superfest! Anyways, the movie? Holy Shit! Man, how fucked up are people? This movie is about one of Hollywood’s most horrendous unsolved murders. Someone freakin’ cuts a young starlet in half. Bisected. The first two hours of the movie are bullshit (it’s film-noir but a little over the top if that’s possible with film-noir). The last ten minutes scared the freakin’ holy living snot out of me. I was walking backwards up the stairs when I was finished with the movie. It has a good boxing scene in the beginning. De Palma definitely nails that but the rest of the movie is terrible. Not terrible terrible because I think it grows on you after awhile. The dinner scene with the Linscott family is funny and deserves an Academy Awards for “Weirdest Dinner Scene Ever”.

If I had to do the star rating bit (One out of five, five being the best) I’d give both of them a solid three. I liked them but not because they were any good but because they had the luscious Scarlett Johannson Superfest people!

Scar Jo on the DVD player is time well spent. I don’t know about The Horse Whisperer. I’ll have to think about that before I queue it up.

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