I mentioned to Paul that nasty white cold flakes of water were going to precipitate out of the atmosphere last night. He moved the car into the garage, and now that I have a chance to survey my domain, I’m glad he took the implicit advice. There’s an even centimeter all over everything.
Watched a PG movie with my family last night. Had to go to bed to recover from the shock. Mind you, it’s always funny watching a teenage girl react to her first Steve McQueen movie. I said “Isn’t he the hottest thing ever?” and she had no difficulty agreeing. So I told her that he made a lot of bad movies, but he made some good ones too and she should check them out… starting with Bullitt. When I was little my dad put together a goodies reel of all his favourite crap on GET THIS Beta…. that’s how old I am!!! and it included, among other things, Stan Freberg’s turn on The Monkees (ha ha, that’s how old I am! I OWNED a Monkees album but sold it when I left TO for Montreal and it’s too bad because I’ve had the overwhelming urge to listen to “This Just Doesn’t Seem to Be My Day” in the last few days) and the chase scene from Bullitt, and I can’t remember what all else right now but it was fun. If I ever put together a goodies reel, it would be interesting. Hm. Just what I need, another project. Hit delete, delete, hit delete, delete… Anyway, we watched the Great Escape. Read the liner notes and was startled to discover that three, count em three, members of the cast actually HAD been in POW camps, which accounted for the non-hollywoodesqueness of the set dec, among other things.
Must remember to thank Bree for the Buffy links. Seeing a picture of Anthony Stewart Head done up like Frankenfurter made it all worthwhile. The transcripts are proving useful, as well. Skipped forward to the sixth season because I HAD to read the lyrics for the ‘musical episode’. Keith and I were in hysterics – can’t wait to acquire the rest of the oeuvre.
Listening to Katie hum the theme to The Great Escape, I said, if you ever want to make a certain kind of grownup laugh, hum that when you’re trying to get away from something. Paul’s making me oatmeal, driving me in, and otherwise making life wonderful. Hm. Actually, the oatmeal’s ready, time to fly.