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dchenesYesterday I had one of the most frustrating mornings possible. Everything took too long, or didn't work out, or it turned out that the problem I was trying to fix shouldn't have been my problem in the first place. It was one of those mornings that made me sorry I had had OJ with breakfast, because it sat in my stomach and gleefully turned on the acid and put me off lunch until 2:00.
Today I had a busy morning, but I got some fairly large things done. My boss is bringing his college-age daughter in this week, so I get to palm some of the data entry and other tedious stuff off to her, hee hee. Thereby leaving me free to do other tedious but more important stuff.
I've decided that the problem with my eating habits isn't so much what I eat as how much of it I eat. I'll have to figure out how to do something about that; I'm damned if I'm going to start weighing and measuring everything I eat. I should just think about how much food I've got sitting in front of me and whether I'm really hungry enough to eat all of it. (The preceding was brought on by the discovery that the 10 lb I lost last November are back again, phoo.)
Does anybody know what the deal is with 2-sided DVDs? Last night we couldn't get the second side of Amadeus to load. The DVD player gave up trying and spat the disc out. We did, however, watch Arsenic and Old Lace, and I had forgotten how much fun that is. I generally don't like black and white movies, mostly because I don't like the way they represent people. All the men are either strong and manly heroes or strong and manly villains, and all the women are completely helpless when (inevitably) they fall into the villain's clutches. Husbands and wives sleep in separate beds and bathrooms don't exist. I know that some of this has to do with the movie industry's moral standards for the time, but it annoys me anyway. Arsenic and Old Lace has the strong and manly hero, but it also spends a lot of its time trying to unravel him.
On the other hand, the minute I saw The Thomas Crown Affair remake, I knew it wasn't an original script. Nobody writes plots like that any more. These days it's all fluffy love and explosions. Granted, explosions have their place, but they don't make a plot all by themselves.
This has the makings of "everything you didn't want to know about my taste in movies but got told anyway", so I'll stop before it gets any worse
Today I had a busy morning, but I got some fairly large things done. My boss is bringing his college-age daughter in this week, so I get to palm some of the data entry and other tedious stuff off to her, hee hee. Thereby leaving me free to do other tedious but more important stuff.
I've decided that the problem with my eating habits isn't so much what I eat as how much of it I eat. I'll have to figure out how to do something about that; I'm damned if I'm going to start weighing and measuring everything I eat. I should just think about how much food I've got sitting in front of me and whether I'm really hungry enough to eat all of it. (The preceding was brought on by the discovery that the 10 lb I lost last November are back again, phoo.)
Does anybody know what the deal is with 2-sided DVDs? Last night we couldn't get the second side of Amadeus to load. The DVD player gave up trying and spat the disc out. We did, however, watch Arsenic and Old Lace, and I had forgotten how much fun that is. I generally don't like black and white movies, mostly because I don't like the way they represent people. All the men are either strong and manly heroes or strong and manly villains, and all the women are completely helpless when (inevitably) they fall into the villain's clutches. Husbands and wives sleep in separate beds and bathrooms don't exist. I know that some of this has to do with the movie industry's moral standards for the time, but it annoys me anyway. Arsenic and Old Lace has the strong and manly hero, but it also spends a lot of its time trying to unravel him.
On the other hand, the minute I saw The Thomas Crown Affair remake, I knew it wasn't an original script. Nobody writes plots like that any more. These days it's all fluffy love and explosions. Granted, explosions have their place, but they don't make a plot all by themselves.
This has the makings of "everything you didn't want to know about my taste in movies but got told anyway", so I'll stop before it gets any worse
