So there’s this fence in our back yard. When we first saw the house two years ago, we said, “That fence has to go.” It was rotten and practically falling down and had these ill-conceived trellises tacked to them. We bought the house, moved in, had a housewarming party, and still the fence lists a little more toward the neighboring house every day.
No, this is not a trick of perspective. It really leaned that far.
Nathan’s been trying to talk me into removing the trellis, which he knew was weighing the fence down. I didn’t want to get rid of it because it was sort of obscuring the horrible yard next door. I should have listened. It was a great idea. It also gave me a nice big piece of trellis to put behind my green beans.
Then we used some L brackets to affix the fence to our deck, and while I wouldn’t call the fence “upright”, I would call it “not actively falling down.”
The fence still has to go, but this was a super cheap fix and will tide us over for another couple of months. Now it is time for gin.
Hey, looky! I sewed! And I left the house! Woohoo!
Here we are, on stage with the Seadogs, performing in front of thousands of people. It didn’t just feel like thousands of people, it WAS. The Northern California Pirate Festival was attempting to break the world’s record for the largest pirate gathering. The estimate from the nice people at Guinness was that there were at least 2300 people in the crowd. The view from the stage was so breathtaking that I didn’t have a chance to think about it and puke my guts out.
Plus, I’d had a whole bunch of beer.
You know what my favorite part of The French Connection was? It was the part during the end credits where Nathan sprang from his chair, ejected the disk and sent the damned thing back to Netflix.
Okay, the car chase scene was awesome. It was possibly the most riveting and terrifying chase scene I’ve ever seen. Actually, the last 40 minutes of the movie were pretty good. Too bad they were preceded by 80 minutes of exposition, in which we discovered NOTHING about our “protagonist” except that he’s an amoral, racist drunkard. And that’s all we ever know!
Seriously, people, this movie should be called The French Connection or What’s My Motivation? Why did Popeye Doyle want to catch these bad guys so badly? For humanity? For glory? For money? If you know, tell me. Or don’t. I don’t really care.
A Clockwork Orange was robbed. That’s all I’m saying.
Next up: The Godfather, which (*ducks for cover*) I’ve never seen.
It’s been well over two months since we watched an Oscar Challenge movie. I’d been dreading Patton, mostly because it’s so freaking LONG. I barely have the attention span these days to make it through an entire episode of Top Chef without falling alseep. Also, that whole George C. Scott rejecting his Academy Award thing has always made me roll my eyes. And honestly, I’m still having nightmares about Lawrence of Arabia. I didn’t want to slog through another epic about some deranged military genius swaggering all over the desert and then getting buggered in a Turkish prison.
Of course, I failed to remember that I LOVE war movies and I have a huge crush on Karl Malden and although I mock them, I dig me some epics. D’oh! This movie was GREAT! I mean, like little man jumping out of his chair great. Why the hell haven’t I ever seen this, and why don’t I know much about this crazy Patton dude? MUST FIND OUT MORE!
It’s getting late and we have all-day rehearsal tomorrow, but I wanted to write a little something so I remember later how wonderful and exciting and touching this film was. It deserved every award it got nominated for. I can’t wait to watch it again and again.
p.s. I so apologize, Patton. You, sir, are no Lawrence of Arabia.
I’ve got this list of stuff to do. I guess I should do some of it, now that I have time to do it.
There’s actually stuff on that list that can get crossed off. Nathan did a marvelous job of cleaning the garage (#4). It inspires me to organize the basement (#5) and finish the last kitchen cabinet (#25). Yesterday I spent three hours with an X-Acto knife getting one of the dining room windows open. The dope who painted it shut years ago did a really, really good job. It took me so long to get unstuck that I got a sunburn. In my own house. Awesome.
I’ve got some sewing and needlework and knitting (and more darning) to do, too. And pepper plants to plant and water. And dinner to plan. And the bathroom to clean. I forgot how much work this whole Domestic Goddess job is. But I love it.
