2006 — Day 56 - severe weather? Hah!
Since Junior is not now going to be in the Isle of Skye I can more calmly contemplate the Met Office warnings — at least, until the lid blows off the house I suppose.
Nashville cats
Which of my chums, I wonder, has my copy of the Altman film Nashville? Were I a betting man, I'd say Brian. Oh, the joys of year-end database clean-up. (And now that I have both MySQL and PHP running locally, who's to say it isn't time for a wholesale re-jig of the technology with which I track all these meaningless possessions, let alone the means by which I generate web pages?) Mind you, this morning's little hi-tech adventure was first to persuade the local network box back into life. Ideally, before She who must be adored returned from her early morning constitutional and noticed the deficiency.
"Early" of course is a movable feast these days — bliss!
Later, by way of contrast
And, of course, by way of Fopp I found myself clutching a small set of DVDs:
- Bleak House in the Andrew Davies adaptation, which we also caught in HD off satellite one weekend this summer
- London and Robinson in space — a beguiling pair of films by Patrick Keiller, sonorously narrated by Paul Scofield
- Renaissance set in Paris in 2054. It purports to be a cross between "Metropolis", "Blade Runner" and "Sin City". We shall see...
- Reservoir Dogs — I guess it's time I watched this horrible, horribly-influential, film
- Altered states the début of William Hurt, in Ken Russell's 1980 version of the novel by Paddy Chayefsky
- Tape by Richard Linklater
- Chelsea Walls by Ethan Hawke
- Ten tiny love stories by Rodrigo Garcia
- Final by Campbell Scott
I've only seen four of these titles, so here's hoping.