Red carpet fashionista report: highly faded blue jeans, supported blue and white plaid boxers (no A. Jolie I!), and a taupe t from the Grand Canyon, with a stylized flute-playing American Indian dancing on it (in black, burgundy, and turquoise). I was so happy wearing it yesterday that I wore it today as well, for my shrinkage appointment.
Good news there, Dr. Andy is quite happy with my meds and how they're running, so I won't be going back for another two months. Maintenance is so cool.

Re the films/theater debate, I'm reminded of Marshall McLuhan's comments on cool vs. hot media. (Very different def on "cool" from the preceeding paragraph.) Live theater is obviously hot, with the audience being a part of the experience and their feedback informing the performances on the stage. Not so with film, which is a "cool" recorded experience. Since the two are experienced in such different ways, I normally don't even consider them in the same sentence.
Elsewhere, I was curious enough to look up a word in my trusty dusty
Merriam-Webster. Squalor: the quality or state of being squalid.
OK. Move up the page about an inch.
Squalid: 1: marked by filthiness and degradation from neglect or poverty; 2: morally debased, SORDID.
OK again. Go forward a few pages.
Sordid: 1a: dirty, filthy; 1b: wretched, squalid. 2: marked by baseness or grossness, VILE. 3: meanly avaricious, COVETOUS. 4: of a dull or muddy color.
(Caps not mine.)