Wednesday, August 26, 2009
oo-ooh, that smell
Well, the old lady’s out of town for the week, shooting chickens. No, I don’t mean she’s blasting ‘em with buckshot. But I bet she wishes she was armed right now. She’s off shooting more Perdue commercials.
Anyway, that means Fran and I have Dude’s Week around the homestead.
That’s actually not true. Franny’s not a dude. She’s an animal. And if anything, we’re living more like animals than humans this week. So, I stand corrected. We’ve been living like filthy animals since Monday morning.
Things have been good. Really good. Well, ok, they’ve been boring. But that means I’ve had nothing but time to work on the screenplays and sitcom pilots and stand up comedy routines I’ve been meaning to get to. And I’m totally gonna get to that stuff. As soon as I’m done not getting to it.
What I have been doing is watching movies. An embarrassing number of movies, actually. In the three days that Crissy’s been gone, I’ve plowed through the following:
1. The Taking of Pelham One, Two, Three (no, not the remake with Travolta. But thanks.)
2. The Hurt Locker
3. What Just Happened?
4. Role Models
5. Humbolt County
7. Frost Nixon: The Original Watergate Interviews
And on the scale of Do I or Don’t I wish I wrote that movie, the scores were the following:
7. It’s a documentary. But yes
Above is a picture of the coffee table last night after movie #6. This is the first of a series I like to call The Lonely Shower.
Posted by s. moe at 10:15 PM