2011 — 12 May: Thursday
It's 00:53 and feeling a bit chilly.1 The film "Killers" turned out to be amiable tosh and kept a smile on my face more or less for its duration. Since "Monster-in-law" was also nowhere near as bad as some critics felt, either, that makes a satisfactory trio of films from young Robert Luketic. Less said about "Life as we know it", however, the better, and I've reverted to audio mode for "Late Junction" for the time being.
Let's have another picture of Christa and Peter. Recognise the building?
It's time to start keeping a gentle eye out for the next issue of "Word" magazine, but that will keep until after a few hours of sleep. G'night.
Just when you think...
... the world cannot possibly get any more insane:
The affable organizer of the Tucson event, Dr. Red Alinsod, was an early entrant into cosmetic-gyn, and is recognized for inventing the procedure in which the labia minora are completely amputated to create a "smooth" genital look known in the field2 as "the Barbie."... For now, the cosmetic-gyn phenomenon seems confined largely to the coasts, and especially to body-conscious Southern California. But the feeling at the conference was that opportunity abounds. As one presenter noted, "The Midwest is a wide-open market!"
Ouch. Tea, Mrs Landingham, and quickly. "Mind your lip."
Back from a gentle...
... stroll around Soton clutching the 100th issue of "The Word", a bargain spoken word CD set, the next folder for my DVD artwork and (as it's now over three and a half years since she was here to drag me into M&S) a trio of boxer shorts (more expensive than, but infinitely better cut than, the el cheapo nasty things I got from Matalan).
It's sunny and fresh (there was even a spot of drizzle in town) and (at 13:36) time to think about a bite to eat.
It's amusing to listen to Mark Ellen (editor of "The Word") chattering away on Radcliffe & Maconie while I'm leafing through his magazine.
Aside to Christa
I've yet to do any botanical maintenance of any kind on this chap (not least because I have again misplaced the secateurs, and I believe you're supposed to trim roses back in late autumn rather than late spring). Nonetheless, the first bloom has come up very much smelling of roses (and, with the apparent diminution of my hayfever after 3.5 years of healthy countryside walks, I can enjoy the perfume without nasty side-effects).
Well done, Best Girl!
Incoming
I recently mentioned having arranged a little Blu-ray treat. Yet another Mr Postie found yet another way of delivering it today. Even though I was in (putting the car in the garage obviously fools them), he lifted the doormat and parked the packages underneath. (Play.com has introduced yet another packaging strategy which lends itself to this ingenious approach.) Ingenious, that is, until I or somebody equally heavy-footed squishes them underfoot:
- A bunch of amateurs
Here's hoping it's as good as Christopher Guest's sublime "Waiting for Guffman" - Elegy
Based on Philip Roth's novel "The dying animal" - Letters to Juliet
The landscapes are ravishing, so I figured let's see them in hi-def - Y Tu Mamá También
An astonishing Mexican "road" movie (of sorts) by the chap who also made an interesting version of "Great Expectations" in 1998
The spoken word CD is Nigel Anthony reading an abridged version of "And now on Radio 4" by Simon Elmes. £4-99 for 4.5 hours struck me as good value, even if I do end up passing it across to my chum Iris (who is very keen on that particular radio station). Actually, I've been enjoying it immensely. Particularly the account he tells by Charlotte Green of the corpsing over Jack Tuat, a sprat, and a Mr Pratt in the space of 15 seconds on the "Today" programme.
Having recently returned from a foody topup I can now see that shopping at or about 18:00 on a Thursday is preferable to just about any time on a Friday, let alone the weekend. It's turned into a very pleasantly sunny late afternoon, but now it's once again time for something to eat. What a bore :-)