The night before last when I got home, I was pleased to see several new cultural consumables had arrived in the post. That sort of thing always make me giddy and since giddy isn't really my best look, I'm thankful this isn't a video blog.
Yesterday was a planned day off but one that required sharp decision making skills at every turn. Dilemmas presented themselves in the forms of questions about such things as where to rank R.A. Lafferty's Nine Hundred Grandmothers and Moshin Hamid's The Reluctant Fundamentalist in my to read pile? Having The Agony And The Ecstasy and Bang Crunch on the go already, would it make more sense to finish them first or put on a blindfold to help me pick and then trip over a chair?
While I pondered whether a video blog might not be such a bad idea, I put on my new cd and switched to wondering whether I should forgive Amazon or not. They'd lied to me by saying they would get me a copy of the mistressy mastery of Joan Sutherland's amazing 1960 recording The Art of the Prima Donna if I was patient with them. They lied. They bluffed saying they were looking extra super hard for it but eventually sent me a shit, we can't find it anywhere man email. I'm going to suggest they check eBay next time. The cd is as outstanding as the reviews led me to hope it would be.
As I sat around wondering what to do next, I was started by a call. Who would be calling in the middle of the day? Nobody knows I'm home. It turned out to be the back yard: Hey! Look how great a day it's turning out to be! It's warm! Get out there and do some yard work! Like any part time shut-in worth his salt, I hung up immediately. Somehow, the calls kept getting put through and I was eventually worn down. I raked and baked long enough to feel I'd been somewhat productive and headed back inside.
As I snacked and settled on the couch, somehow the first 8 episodes of Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman accidentally whizzed by. Clocking in at about 20 minutes each, they were just as strange and funny as I'd remembered. I did manage to stop myself from marathoning through all 25 episodes in the first volume and opted instead for a nap.
Later that same day, I got to check out 300. It was pretty cool with lots of stylized violence which I always pick over the real thing given the choice.
The main thing I was able to decide was that it turned out to be a pretty damned fine Wednesday.