Well, this was certainly a movie rich weekend. Besides Inception and the inevitable True Blood episode, there was Growing Op and Numb, both hilarious Canadian films with American TV stars thrown in for extra visibility. The notion of the guy who plays Hodges on CSI playing the paterfamilias of a marijuana farm in the suburbs is brain bending, and he delivers one of the best lines I’ve ever heard in a movie… no, really. Ask Keith, he was there. Definitely worth seeing. both of them. Both of them had F8CKING AMAZING soundtracks. Seriously.
We got the mower back from the lawnmower place (unfixed, may they achieve decomposition in a quiet place) and Jeff mowed the lawn while I edged things and watered the peas and quinoa and whacked weeds.
This weekend we also managed to get Granny’s stamps to the dealer, so between the weed whacking and carrying all the boxes upstairs my back is unbelievably sore.
I read Plantinga’s Breviary of Sin, which Ontie Mary gave me last I was in Victoria. Very Christian but brilliantly written and very quotable.
I’ve started taking my musical instruments to work so I can practice at lunch. I am now practicing every day, and I have the callouses to prove it.
