Just some daily chores, food notes, and our evening entertainment.
I.
Ms. S.’s car needed its oil changed, so we took it in this afternoon, but it won’t be ready until tomorrow … hopefully before she has to go back to work. We then undertook a brief shopping tour … first to Old Navy for some returns, and then to Michael’s for some buttons.
The thing is that Ms. S. is making a small knit cowl in Jayne Cobb colors for her mother, and needed appropriately sized buttons to complete. Where better to find them than a craft store? A fabric store, I suppose, for Michael’s had some overly expensive, cheap-looking plastic buttons with patterns, one container of assorted buttons for shirts, and a few for jeans or other pants. Eventually, across the store, we found a couple that fit the bill … at $3.99 for four of them (two black, two brown), but they were 40% off … so all told it ran about $2.60 after tax.
II.
I made breakfast my high-protein meal of the day, and between a couple eggs, about four ounces of liver, and a glass of vanilla soy milk I had over fifty grams of protein, meaning the rest of the day was on cruise control.
I’m still semi-addicted to those cocoa-roasted almonds. They’re just sweet enough and you can pace yourself with them as you work … or watch … or listen.
III.
Scully returned (“One Breath” … guest-starring Don Davis), but not before Ms. S. had to sit through “3” … the obligatory but seemingly much-regretted vampire episode. I have certain fond memories of it, but at the same time it’s easy to see what a hot mess it is and even was. It’s straight up ‘Red Shoe Diaries’ by way of a monster of the week episode, it’s Duchovny on his own without any constraints, it’s mid-90s Los Angeles fires (I lived through some of those in ’93 and ’94), and it even connects vampirish blood cultsa and AIDS. It’s got the old folk ‘wisdom’ (the bread full of blood in the oven) that we get more of in “The Calusari” later on.
And still Ms. S. knitted, so we doubled up and watched “One Breath,” and after that threw in a movie … ‘A Perfect Getaway’ (2009).
Now that’s a hot mess. It’s more clever and game than any movie in its genre (‘psychological thriller’) ought to be, but it’s not nearly as smart as it thinks it is. In short: its main twist is obvious even after a couple early scenes, but they still feel the need just after half way through to do an epic flashback in washed out blue tones that explains everything. I think of it as ‘Natural Born Killers’ meets ‘Funny Games’ by way of ‘The Beach,’ but that’s just me being somewhat facetious.
The script is witty … obvious, but witty. Lines full of double meanings abound, including the ones they make a point of explaining, such as ‘worth framing.’ But there’s also plenty of meta-commentary (see also: comments about an act two twist, ‘red snappers,’ etc.), and it mostly moves along at a good clip. And Timothy Olyphant *brings it* … get him in another movie with Nic Cage ay-ess-ay-pee.
