It snowed about 5 inches in Milwaukee last night, so I played hooky from the blog and went out to play. I like to go running on new snow - it provides a great cushion, as long as you’re careful where you step. Also, one of the cable movie channels was playing Godfather II, and I allowed myself to get sucked into its shadowy murk. It was interesting watching Pacino ooze through it, showing only brief flashes of the range he would later display. Thoroughly enjoyed it. P.S. Fredo still dies.
I’ve mentioned movies twice, but I’m not by any means a movie buff. I just don’t seem to get the time, and since joining an online book club, I try to spend that time reading. I belong to Netflix, the service that lets you order movies online, mails them to you, and allows you to keep them (three at a time) as long as you want. They charge about $20/month. I’ve been carrying around the same 3 movies for 4 months now, haven’t watched them. That’s about a C note for the three, decidedly more expensive than the Hollywood Video rental/overdue cycle that I joined Netflix to avoid. And I’m a freakin’ ACCOUNTANT!
“Played hooky from the blog.” As if I’ve posted faithfully for years, and suddenly just up and allowed myself a little lapse.
While brushing my teeth tonight, I spit toothpaste into the sink and it formed the exact likeness of Casper the Ghost. Except Crest Green. No sign of the Blessed Virgin (which I would have greeted with the handy Residence Inn “No Service, Please” door sticker), but as it slid toward the drain, the smooth pate formed a pompodour, the nose extended, and it took on the visage of Richard Nixon. Now, THIS concerned me. I had the urge to log into my various fund accounts and sell everything, but Tricky Dick finally obeyed gravity and slid down the drain.
Just checked outside, and we’re not at war yet. Guess I’ll take that as a GOOD omen and head for bed.
