Well, dear readers, another Christmas has passed and is in the past and now it’s straight on to our Annual Rockin’ New Year’s Eve Bash and a New Year. This year has flown by, like a gazelle eating a prune on a winter’s morning. I got eight hours of sleep with some mighty weird dreams, got up, was feeling a lot better – that seems to be the way with whatever this thing was – wake up feeling a lot better and by the end of the evening, coughing and plenty of guck. I just don’t get it, really. Anyway, once up, there were plenty of lovely postings to read, which I read and enjoyed. I did a few things of no importance whatsoever, then went back to bed and slept two more hours. Once up, I had tuna pasta salad aplenty, maybe too aplenty, a fruit bar, and that was pretty much the food o’ the day. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish and watched a motion picture entitled American Ultra from 2015, starring Jesse Eisenberg and Kristen Stewart. It had an interesting premise, but it didn’t know whether it wanted to be funny or an action thriller and that was the major problem, that and the fact that I find the lead actor completely unappealing. I do like Kristen Stewart but even she couldn’t save this horribly directed mess. It was, needless to say, a bomb. I followed that one with a Nicolas Cage movie entitled The Retirement Plan, yet another movie with an aging actor playing a character who is not what he seems to be, i.e. a broken down drunk. When his daughter, who he hasn’t seen in decades is in trouble with bad people, she sends her daughter to the Cayman Islands to be with grandaddy until she arrives the next day. The rest of the movie is completely by the numbers and of course wants to be funny and a thriller at the same time. There’s nothing in the movie that you can’t see coming a mile away. The supporting cast is certainly quirky – Jackie Earle Haley as the baddest bad guy, Ernie Freeman, and Ron Perlman in what can only be described as the Alex Karras or Fred Gwynne role. But they make a huge mistake with his character two-thirds of the way through, which basically kills the movie – they had a chance to do something really fun but the writer isn’t really a writer and heaven knows the director, who is the writer, isn’t really a director. But Cage is very enjoyable.
After that, I did a little bit of writing, had a telephonic conversation, then was looking for something else to watch on Prime and found they’re having a big sale on streaming a lot of new stuff, so I began watching the Indiana Jones move and so far forty-five minutes in, I’m enjoying it for what it is and thought the de-aging in the first sequence worked just fine. I believe it’s a lot more than just de-aging but in the end it works. The music seems weirdly mixed and sounds like it was recorded in a tunnel and I remember listening to the soundtrack and thinking it didn’t sound so good. I’ll finish it up tomorrow and then do Oppenheimer – they only cost $5.99 to stream. And here we are.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll finish Indiana Jones, I’ll write, I’ll eat, I’ll watch Oppenheimer, and keep hoping I feel completely better sooner than later.
The rest of the week is just resting staying out of harm’s way, hoping the guck is completely gone along with the cough and occasional shortness of breath. I think we’ve had quite enough of all that junk, don’t you? I’ll do the big shopping on Saturday, make the tuna pasta salad that evening, then on Sunday it’s starting the new book in the morning, making the spaghetti sauce, and then whoever’s coming will start arriving at five o’clock.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, finish Indiana Jones, write, eat, watch Oppenheimer, and keep hoping I feel completely better sooner than later. Today’s topic of discussion: How many of you will be attending our Annual New Year’s Rockin’ Eve Bash? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as another Christmas has passed into Christmas Past.