Starbust

Gainesville

Got up after a mere nine hours of sleep (i.e., 11:00 AM). Wanted to be sure to be ready for the big movie date.

Big movie date was a big disaster. I was disappointed in the movie, but Bill hated it. Not having read the book, he had no idea what was going on. And to top off the experience, during the final, climactic reel, the projector started to stutter, which went on for several minutes of blurry, jumpy film before the thing suddenly stopped. Only about 2 dozen of us, at most, in the postage stamp sized plex, and we were less than delighted when, to keep us entertained, they turned on the low lights and played audio commercials!!

As for the movie (Stardust): It's too bad that they took a charming story and distorted it to give more scenery chewing to two major stars in minor parts: Michelle Pfeiffer as a murderous witch who will do anything to look young again, and Robert DiNiro, as a captain of an airborne pirate ship who's secretly a cross-dressing queen. Not the finest hour for either of them. Plus, plot continuity clearly sacrificed to give more time to gratuitous special effects.

Shopped on the way home, picked up a prefab Chicken Cordon Bleu (Bill's choice). It required 45 minutes in the oven, so we ate rather late. Sushi and leftover Texas 2-Step slaw as sides.

Ah well. At least I have stuff on hand for next week's meals. No chance to continue the 11-hour sleep experiment tomorrow, as I like to be up in time to watch meta-football (ESPN's Sunday Countdown, or whatever they call it these days) which starts at 11.

Watched Georgia upset Alabama in overtime. Since Megan is now a freshman Bulldog, I found myself cheering for them, even though a 'Bama win would be better for the Gators.

Glad to hear you earned your little glitter parrot today, Mom. Good for you! Not sure what I earned today, except for the George Tirebiter "Not Insane" award. My daily allotment of clear stuff is drunk, I'm too bleary to read, but the bar is still open for last call. Perhaps I'll just rest my eyes for a bit...

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