I saw Team America: World Police. I was ready to laugh, and I did laugh a lot, but then I felt real dirty afterwards. Even during the movie, the longer it went, the less funny I thought it was. It's just too nihilistic for my tastes. It doesn't come down on any side of the US hegemony good or bad debate (although at the beginning it seems to be squarely in the anti- camp). It mocks everything mercilessly, but in the end, there is no point to the mocking. The send-up of all the stars in Hollywood is very funny at first, but quickly becomes less funny when I realize how big a part of the movie's "plot" this send-up actually is. I might write more thoughts about this in the future; but bottom line---don't feel like you are missing out if you decide to wait for the video of this one.
Went to a dinner with friends after the movie, and had a good time. Sweet Chili in Arlington has some pretty tasty Thai food.
Grocery shopping on Sunday, I turned my least favorite corner---the one by the meat counter. My stomach always turns, but it's usually over pretty fast. This time, as I entered the next aisle, a stranger called me over and asked me to smell his package. Wait, that didn't come out right. What I mean is, he held up this package and said, "I have a cold, can you smell this?" I could only see the bottom of the package, which was plain and white and wrapped in plastic. I said sure. I quickly realized that it was some kind of meat, took a whiff, and shrugged my shoulders. "Is it bad?" he asked. "Couldn't tell ya, I have no idea what bad meat smells like," I replied. This is mostly true. S pointed out that the meat counter really stank, like "bad chicken," and that this was probably the source of the issue. We went back to selecting a bag of chips, and the man wandered off, muttering something about how he doesn't usually eat meat either. Does that count as my good deed for the day?
Watched the Patriots beat the Rams. Go Pats. They run some crazy plays. Having the receiver (who, by the way, also checks in on defense to cover other receivers) wander inconspicuously over to the far sideline, where he caught a pass in the end zone thrown by---the kicker---was brilliant.
Successfully ran the cable from my computer to my stereo in the living room, 50 feet away, under the floor. So I can finally listen to CDs on my stereo again, in addition to being able to play the MP3s and such off the computer. My trusty CD player of 14 years died several months ago, and we have been left with only a very grouchy "ghetto blaster" to play CDs ever since. Since the computer is on the internets, I can use my phone as a remote control. Next step is to write the little interface program so that S can control it from her laptop and play CDs when I'm not around.
Signed up for http://www.nanowrimo.org. Write a novel in the month of November, 50,000 words. Better get to work on that.