They pull me back in. Tonight’s West Wing was one of the better ones in a long time. It was totally unbelievable that a President would do what was done tonight, but then again, isn’t someone about to announce a trip to Mars?
Got a call this afternoon from one of Liz Goddard’s flunkies, next week’s session of county court has been postponed. I don’t have jury duty, so now I have to come up with something else to write about.
And because my session was postponed, I’m off the hook until the next time my name gets drawn. Because jury notices go out all the time the people who are supposed to be there the week after next will get to hear the cases I might have heard next week. If all goes according to this schedule, I should get another call to duty sometime in the year 2019.
We watched this movie tonight and afterwards my wife said to me, “Your taste in movies sucks.” You know, I kind of have to agree.
This makes watching Anger Management all the more pressing. I didn’t pick that movie, it was thrust upon me. One of the workplace DVD swap club members bought this movie and when he added it to his list he asked if I was interested, I said no and made sure to put a No in that column of the spreadsheet. A week ago when he brought it in to give to someone else, he commented on how it was a good movie and I should see it. I reminded him of my No and helpfully explained that I didn’t like Adam Sandler and Jack Nicholson is not funny (in comedies) to me. Today when he got the movie back, he came and offered it to me. Again. Sensing the only way to get some closure on this issue was to take the movie, so I took it. Don’t worry I’ll let you know what I, and of course my wife, think of it.
Tonight is Wednesday and that means West Wing. I seem to have lost that loving feeling. I think the show is still intelligent, it’s still funny, but it is off a beat to me now. It has got to be the whole no Aaron Sorkin thing. I’m afraid that after this season I won’t be back. And with that it will mean I watch no regularly scheduled network TV program. The end of an era and I’m sure they will miss me. 😉
It is Sunday and it is wash day (actually, almost everyday is a wash day, but Sunday is always a wash day.) There were enough clothes to do 2-1/4 loads of wash, but not wanting to do any more than necessary, Donna stuffed the baskets to make just 2 loads. In doing so, we lost tight control on the color/white separation, which usually is not a problem. Being as it still close to Christmas some new stuff was being washed, and my new white turtle neck got in the same load as Donna’s new red flannel sleep pants. The turtleneck is now a very light shade of pink. I guess if I just wear it under a red sweater it won’t look to bad….
The other day when I was in Borders they had their bargain hardcover books on further sale by letting you get 3 for the price of 2. (Right here is where I’d link you to the post where I discussed the original purchase, but its gone with the wind, sigh.) As I usually do I bought 3 pulp fiction books, a Robert B. Parker, a Stuart Woods and some other book about a female lawyer.
1. Widow’s Walk
2. Orchid Blues
3. Courting Trouble
I of course read the Spenser book first because I sure wish I was a tough guy like him. Next came Stuart Woods, this was a newer character for him a female police chief in FLA, not the NY cop guy (although he makes a cameo.) In both books the writers used a term that seems so 50’s to me, but maybe if I was a drinking man the phrase wouldn’t seem so quaint, heck I’d probably use it whenever some one asked if I wanted a cocktail. “Sure,” I’d say, “The sun is over the yardarm.” The reason I’m disappointed, is that that phrase didn’t work its way into the third book, I guess that is what I get for trying something new…
This morning while sitting in a stall at work (I always go at work. Why do it at home when you can get paid for it?) I noticed a fingernail clipping laying near my shoe. At first, I was somewhat repulsed, but then marveled at the nicely symmetrical nature of the clipping. It was kind of large, so it must have been a thumb….crap! Did it just move? Naw, I must be hallucinating. No wait, there it goes again. WTF? It is then I notice that there is a tiny little ant under one end. He is valiantly trying to get that sucker back to all his buddies back in Antville. First he swings it one way, then back another. He is struggling mightily. I watch transfixed for a couple of minutes while he makes very little organized progress, he keeps at it, so there must be some good food stuck to the nail. My business is finished, so I leave the ant to his. That was much more entertaining than the occasional folded up sports page….