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Getting out of the house...
Oct. 20th, 2002 09:28 pmI slept in this morning, more the result of having Sasha wake me up in the middle of the night than of any attempt to grab some extra shuteye. After breakfast, Galina and I decided to go do some shopping.
We toyed with the idea of driving down to Santa Fe, but decided it was too late in the day to make it there and get back by a reasonable time, so we elected to go to Farmington instead.
Before hitting the Sam's Club, we dropped into a couple of Galina's favorite shops: discount stores! I can't stand them, personally. The muzak in one of the two places we visited today was so... grating, that I felt as if I were about to snap.
Anyway, we dropped not too much money in those stores, at least, as compared to Sam's. There was even time to stop by the Office Max to look for memory for my old Dell (Pentium 133, ca. 1994), but I was out of luck there. I think I'll have better luck on eBay.
We got home well after sunset/moonrise, which made the last part of the drive stressful, because the deer have come down from higher elevations. They have a tendency to run out in front of approaching vehicles (maybe because the light is better 10 feet in front of a Ford van going 60, I don't know). At any rate, I did not want to contribute to the toll of dead deer on the side of the road, so I drove particularly carefully while trying to go fast enough to get home by sunrise.
* * * Initially, I was elated to have found a previously unknown (to me) Blake Edwards film starring Peter Sellers, titled The Party.
Would that I never had ordered it (through Netflix)! Despite my liking subsequent Sellers films directed by Edwards, I felt this film was unwatchable (and I tried watching it several times). I never got past this inane series of short bits that, while presaging a Sellers-to-be, nevertheless gave me the feeling I was watching an unpolished improvisation. Edwards tried to rest too much of the film's structure on Sellers' schtick, and I felt embarrassed watching it.
About the only value I got out of the part of the film I did view was seeing what had to be the prototype of the Clouseau character (different nationality - Indian instead of French - and without the ego, as far as I could see).
I could have skipped that little bit of history.
Anyway, back to the grind tomorrow.
Cheers...
We toyed with the idea of driving down to Santa Fe, but decided it was too late in the day to make it there and get back by a reasonable time, so we elected to go to Farmington instead.
Before hitting the Sam's Club, we dropped into a couple of Galina's favorite shops: discount stores! I can't stand them, personally. The muzak in one of the two places we visited today was so... grating, that I felt as if I were about to snap.
Anyway, we dropped not too much money in those stores, at least, as compared to Sam's. There was even time to stop by the Office Max to look for memory for my old Dell (Pentium 133, ca. 1994), but I was out of luck there. I think I'll have better luck on eBay.
We got home well after sunset/moonrise, which made the last part of the drive stressful, because the deer have come down from higher elevations. They have a tendency to run out in front of approaching vehicles (maybe because the light is better 10 feet in front of a Ford van going 60, I don't know). At any rate, I did not want to contribute to the toll of dead deer on the side of the road, so I drove particularly carefully while trying to go fast enough to get home by sunrise.
Would that I never had ordered it (through Netflix)! Despite my liking subsequent Sellers films directed by Edwards, I felt this film was unwatchable (and I tried watching it several times). I never got past this inane series of short bits that, while presaging a Sellers-to-be, nevertheless gave me the feeling I was watching an unpolished improvisation. Edwards tried to rest too much of the film's structure on Sellers' schtick, and I felt embarrassed watching it.
About the only value I got out of the part of the film I did view was seeing what had to be the prototype of the Clouseau character (different nationality - Indian instead of French - and without the ego, as far as I could see).
I could have skipped that little bit of history.
Anyway, back to the grind tomorrow.
Cheers...
