Confession. Two nights ago, I bought Johnny Depp's latest "Pirates" movie, and I fell asleep. But the rental lasted until tonight at 8:30, so I made dinner and sat down to eat and watch what I missed. The dinner was terrific, especially after a long day of doing absolutely positively nothing. I was in what passes for my pajamas until three. At one-thirty, a friend who is going to feed my cat while I'm gone stopped by.
"??????," he said.
"Hey man, I work every day. I'm taking the day off."
Whatever. I was doing things. I worked on Fuji film pics trying to make them something I can like. But feeling guilty after he left, I prepared for the gym. Sort of. I didn't get there until 3:30. Workout, Whole Foods, organic beer and cheese, shower, and then a bit more shopping. Home again to put on the tenderloin and Brussels Sprouts as big as your fist. The steak on the grill, certainly, and a bottle of red. Then. . . the movie.
I had slept through a lot. Most of it. and as the 8:30 deadline closed in, I saw that there was more movie than clock. But I couldn't fast forward through Depp. Just to watch his Peppi LePeu imitation is worth the ticket. And Swearenger from "Deadwood" knocks it dead.
So just before the movie's climax, the fucker went off. Stopped cold. I'm not kidding. I'm pissed off. If any of you know the end to the movie, write and tell me. This was after finding there were no screenings of "The Rum Diaries" in town. Boring, lonely night.
But I am glad.
I had a chance to go to dinner with the woman who wrote the memoir from which this movie came. Sort of. She has been a guest writer at the local Country Club College, and my friend went to a book reading with her the night I was flying back from Asheville. She is friends with his friend who is a painter. He said I'd love her. She is mad, he said, a danger. Perfect. But my timing has been off. "Where are the clowns?"
The day was not a total waste, however. I worked on Fuji film images trying to get them to look like what I want them to--consistently. Some of them. . . I"m not sure yet. But soon it will be all I have. So. . . .
I leave for the Hillbilly Holidays in the morning. Wish me luck. It is just a matter of lots of liquor and plenty of patience.
I saw the Johnny Depp movie but I've forgotten the ending. I just go to watch Johnny Depp...i don't keep up with the story. But great movie! Have fun in Hillbilly Heaven...
ReplyDeleteBrussels Sprouts the size of my fist?
ReplyDeleteI have a small fist, but I'm sure those are not from Brussels but 100% American.
Never seen them here anyway!
You don't want big sprouts.
The smaller they are, the finer their taste.
They should be as big as the tip of your thumb, or not much bigger.
They are hell to clean, that's true.
But it's worth it.
Beautiful photo, great colours, love the pose.
The girl is really cute, too.
Good luck!
XXX
R, Yes, the movie was awful, but Depp is fun to watch.
ReplyDeleteN, I know. These came from California where everything grows large. And thanks for the props.