Recycling some of the topics from the last several posts:
- NaNoReMo: I’m behind the Yeti on Catch-22. Got to buckle down this weekend and read at least through Chap 21. I’m stuck at Chapter 15, “Piltchard and Wren.” Rather enjoyed the chapters on Captain Black and the attack on Bologna. The story is starting to take form, but I’m lagging behind.
- NaBloPoMo: 16 days down, 14 days to go!
- Stacy Peterson disappearance: Guess what? Wife #2 has come forward, further tightening the noose on husband Drew. Apparently, he had hit her and told her “he could kill her and make it look like an accident.” He also had cheated on her with Wife #3, Kathleen Savio, who died mysteriously. Her body was exhumed due to questions that arose after Wife #4, Stacy, disappeared. Still no results from the autopsy of Savio.
Because you’re a reasonable person, you might wonder –given Drew Peterson’s baggage, why was Stacy with him? Thankfully, the Chicago Sun-Times is there. Sadly, it seems like an abusive guy with a regular income might have been a step up for her.
- Top 1000 Movies project: Modern Times is under my belt. A lay-up, five stars. I know I’ve seen the ending before, where Chaplin sings, but I missed the factory scenes, the most memorable from this picture.
Other movies this week:
- 11/15: Day of the Dead (George A. Romero, 1985) 2.5 ~ Watchable, but talky third entry in the Dead series. The Romero/Savini gore is top-notch as always without ever being very frightening.
- 11/13: Get Carter (Mike Hodges, 1971) 2.5 ~ Michael Caine is a stud in this iconic Brit revenge story. But the story is fairly leaden, and not terribly engaging. Also, this complaint: not nearly enough Britt Ekland.
- 11/9: The Host/Gwoemul (Joon-ho Bong, 2006) 4.0 ~ Surprising, inventive Korean monster movie that has an environmental message. Imagine the Blob on speed.
Oh, and Barry Bonds, thanks for making baseball exciting in 2001 when you hit 73 home runs. Unfortunately, that was also around the time where you and others like you started ruining the game for fans again. The same fans who got screwed during the 1994 players strike. The same fans who shelled out thousands of dollars to buy your merchandise and to see your cheating ass play. The same fans who believed in you. Right now, you’ll be lucky if an asterisk next to your record is the worst thing that happens. And it doesn’t just stop with Barry. Stupid and greedy athletes, stop ruining sports.
Now, back to reading Catch-22. At least until Miss Alli puts up her Amazing Race recap.