I’m waiting for my coffee to brew. The day has started. Last night Rob came over and we watched Glen or Glenda? I saw it years ago and it was just as horrible as I remembered. Wonderfully horrible! The other movie that came in from Netflix is Myra Breckinridge. A perfect pairing with Glen or Glenda! The next movie in queue is Bullitt. I do love Steve McQueen movies!

Back to work again! The weekend is over and it’s time to be productive. Last night Lisa and I watched that Johnny Cash movie. I had heard it was good and I was really looking forward to seeing it. Now don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t horrible, but it also wasn’t good. I kept hearing how it was such a wonderful love story. I am sorry but there is no such thing as a romantic love story when the lead character is a psychologically tortured-drug addict. The woman who played his first wife was portrayed as a horrific shrew. I found it very disturbing mainly because I would be a horrific shrew too if my husband took drugs, slept with groupies and carried on with his duet partner. She wasn’t the only one smeared. Apparently Elvis is the one that got Johnny Cash hooked on drugs! The fellow they had playing Elvis was so un-Elvis like! Tall, lanky and completely without sex appeal. And now we get to the singing. Leaf Phoenix sounded like a drunk hobo. Reese Witherspoon actually sounded too good to be June Carter. Years ago I downloaded a ton of Johnny Cash songs from Audiogalaxy. Some of my favorites were these weird love songs he sang with Bob Dylan. It was only recently that I found out that it wasn’t Bob Dylan dueting with Johnny Cash, it was June Carter! I think I will stick to watching The Coal Miner’s Daughter.
Next movie up on the NetFlix queue is Getaway with Steve McQueen.

Tomorrow I commute to Manhattan. It’s a good thing. At least that is what I keep telling myself. I am going to have to wake up super early so I have no idea why I am staring at this computer screen. I keep thinking about getting hypnotherapy to somehow stop this need of mine to always be online. I also think about getting botox in my forehead to stop me from furrowing my brow like Zelda Gilroy in The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis.

It was a nice Memorial Day but I am really not sure where the day went. Lisa and I went to Rice’s Market and I bought a straw hat and 2 necklaces. We came back home and I stared at the computer for hours. Then we had dinner with mom and dad. Back at home I stared at the computer again. Ugh! Why didn’t I do something productive?

I still haven’t watched the Netflix movies that came 2 weeks ago. I have to send them back yet I can’t seem to make myself watch them. What is wrong with me?!?

You would not believe how happy I am that it is Friday. This was a great week and I am completely exhausted. I am looking forward to a quiet weekend. If I was really smart I would try to get all my chores done up front so I can spend the rest of the weekend relaxing rather than avoiding chores.

Things I want to accomplish this weekend
1. Bake Midori cake
2. Sleep
3. Watch Netflix movies
4. Sit and admire my now beautiful garden

I think these things are entirely doable. 🙂

It was soooooo nice seeing Theresa! She hasn’t changed one bit and we quickly fell into nonstop conversation. I served a Greek salad along with hummus, pita, and grapes. We ate outside until little raindrops began to fall and then we moved into the kitchen. Despite the surprise shower, we had a great time.

This evening Lisa and I watched the original Producers. I never noticed before but the gay director was portrayed by none other than Mr. Belvedere, Christopher Hewett! Crazy!

I really need to watch my latest Netflix film so I can send it back. I’ve wanted to see Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s Die Bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant for, like, ever! I don’t know why it is taking me so long to watch it. Wait, yeah, I’ve been overly busy and completely exhausted by work, that’s the reason. Tonight I will remedy the situation and stick it in the ole DVD player and watch it.

I must go to sleep but after the movies I watched this evening, I fear the dreams that might come. The first movie I watched was Echte Kerle. It’s one of the Gay/Straight comedies that came out in Germany in the mid-90’s. Unfortunately Til Schweiger did not star. I love German films, they are so different from Hollywood movies. In Echte Kerle, there was a love scene in which the woman wore high-waisted jeans and a sports bra!!! SEXY!

After Echte Kerle, Lisa told me to put in another movie. “Well, keeping up with the German gay theme, we could watch Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant…”
“Or we could finally watch the end of Zardoz!” interrupted Lisa. As usual, Lisa won and I shoved Zardoz into the DVD player. You may remember we attempted to watch Zardoz a few weeks ago but decided to turn it off because of all the rape imagery. We fast forwarded to where we had stopped and started watching again. I think my favorite scene during this second viewing is when Sean Connery is attacked by the horde of old people. Of course I also loved the part where Sean Connery is running for his life yet found time to indulge in a quick orgy. Lisa kept screaming, “You don’t have time for this Mr Connery, get on with your escape route!”

Watching Zardoz, I realized that I have never seen a movie starring Charlotte Rampling in which she doesn’t bare her boney chest. I think I am going to bump more of her movies to the top of my Netflix queue just to see if there is a movie where she keeps her clothes on. It’s really a shame that Charlotte’s movie, Max mon amour is not on DVD. Here is an exerpt from the Imdb’s plot summary:
Reserved and cool, Margaret (Charlotte Rampling) is the French wife of Peter, a British diplomat posted to France with their son Nelson. She takes a lover, a chimpanzee she bought from a zoo and installed in a flat.
The thing is, I can’t imagine this movie is any worse than Zardoz.

Once Zardoz ended, Lisa asked what it could all mean, “It must stand for something, right?”
“I have one word for you Lisa, Scientology.”

Last night I watched Back Street with Susan Hayward and John Gavin. I was really in the mood for a screwball comedy, not a melodrama, but Lisa said she was interested in watching the Awful Truth (this week’s NetFlix), so I decided to hold off on it and watch Back Street instead. Susan loved John Gavin despite his drunken, slutty wife and two children. She readily accepted being his mistress if only so they could be together every now and then. In her spare time she became a very famous fashion designer. (Just like Lauren Bacall in Designing Woman!!!) Everything came to a crashing end when John’s son finds out about Susan. John has to explain why he has a lover; the son can’t handle it. Soon his slutty drunken wife finds out about her and sabotages Susan’s fashion show by announcing to the entire audience that Susan is her husband’s lover. As drunken slutty wife is about to drive away, John gets in the car with her to announce he is DEMANDING a divorce! Drunken slutty wife will not have any of this, no way! She slams her foot onto the gas and off they go careening! Weaving through the streets of Paris, John tries to pull the key from the ignition. He can’t do it, drunken slutty wife means business! She yanks the steering wheel from his grasp, just in time to plummet down a cliff! A newspaper hurtles towards the screen documenting her death and his paralysis and imminent death. He lies in a hospital bed, completely bandaged while his son cries. John tries to speak but he can’t. His son gets a pad of paper and John scratches down the words, “CALL SUSAN!!” The little boy calls his father’s mistress. Susan was unaware of the crash. The little boy holds the phone to his father’s face. “Susan…. I… love…. you….” whispers John just as he takes his final breath. “No! No! No!” she screams! Days go by and Susan glumly just sits at the country home John bought her. There is a knock at the door. Who could it be? Oh my goodness, it’s John’s son and daughter! “We have no one left and we thought maybe we can visit you when we are home from boarding school, is that alright?” “Of course children, of course!” Susan embraces the children as the image fades out! FIN!

They don’t make movies like that anymore!

I spent the day with Erin. We had a great time! Maybe that explains why I feel so tired? We walked around New Hope and drank Marble Mocha Macchiatos and ate Yellow Sunshine vanilla cupcakes. Can we all say, DELICIOUS? Earlier we worked on her Web site and consolidated her email accounts.

Instead of going home, I went to my parent’s house. My mom made a lovely dinner of pasta mixed with egg, bacon, and cheese. After dinner, I helped Lisa work on a cover letter for a teaching position she found posted recently. Back at home I put in a load of laundry. I have an interview tomorrow. I think it would be a good thing to have clean underwear and socks to wear to it. It would be smart for me to read up on the company and formulate questions to ask but I did that all last week for the first interview and I am feeling utterly ambivalent this evening. It’s not even 9:00 and my bed is calling me for sleep. I will wake up early tomorrow and get my stuff accomplished then.

Last night, Lisa and I watched Head in the Clouds. Very good movie! I definitely recommend it even though I missed the first part. Must push it to the head of my NetFlix queue.

Hey kid! Wanna listen to some Serge Gainsbourg? It’s good for you! You’ll like it. You got nothing to be scared of… It’ll put hair on your chest.

I completely forgot about the career workshop today! I’ve been going every Tuesday since I was canned and for some odd reason I just plum forgot about it. The workshop was on what to do with severance, 401Ks and pension plans. Oh well. I guess I can get that information in other places if I really wanted to seek it out.

This morning I awoke to a light layer of snow on the ground. It was so pretty but now it is just about melted. I think NetFlix lost one of my DVDs. Or I lost it on the way to the mailbox. I have searched all over the house and cannot find it. I must have mailed it. Guess it’s time to report it as missing. Ugh!

Is it strange I am looking forward to lunch? Yesterday I bought 3 Subway hoagies for 12.99. Lisa and I shared one for dinner. The other two will be eaten today and tomorrow for lunch and/or dinner. I love stockpiling hoagies. The only problem is they get a little soggy. I should have asked the girl to make them dry. I never learn.

And the job search continues.

It really is such a shame I am not independently wealthy. Although something tells me even if I were I wouldn’t be living the Paris Hilton lifestyle.

I am beginning to wonder if there is a secret to overriding Netflix’s throttling? Perhaps instead of sending the DVD back the day after receiving it, you hold it an extra day? Or perhaps if I send back the DVDs on Mondays and Fridays? The problem is, I am not patient enough to experiment. All I know is I am undoubtedly being throttled. It takes FOREVER to receive DVDs anymore. I can’t wait for VOD.