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08192016-06


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So I caught you up on all my social activity yesterday morning, regarding Friday evening and all of Saturday. That leaves just yesterday, about which there's not a huge amount to tell.

I did take myself to see My Life as a Zucchini, the last of the Oscar-nominated animated features I had yet to see, at the SIFF Film Forum at Seattle Center. Although neither of them appeared to have anything else to do all day, neither Shobhit nor Ivan were particularly interested in seeing it with me. I wonder if Laney would have been? I haven't invited her to a movie with me in a while and I should again. As it is, this movie was the second of three movies I'm seeing three days in a row; I'll then take a several-day break and not see another until next weekend. That's when Beauty and the Beast opens, which I did not have a huge interest in but I know Ivan wants to see it, and I bet anything Shobhit will happily join for that one as well.

In any case, I walked there and back, listening to the Pet Shop Boys both ways. It was a nice few hours of solitude, to tell you the truth. I'm kind of ready for Shobhit to find a job, so I can have at least a little bit of time to myself at home with some regularity. As it stands right now, I literally have to leave the house and do something by myself without him to get any time to myself, ever. And he needs something to occupy his time anyway, which means it's probably a good thing, actually, that he signed up to volunteer during VegFest the first weekend of April. Incidentally, that's also the weekend Ivan plans to take a trip to the Oregon Coast, so that weekend I will likely get a whole bunch of time to myself -- unless I make plans with other friends, which of course is also entirely possible.

I spent a rather busy mid-morning to early-afternoon before going to that movie, actually, going shopping at a parade of places with Shobhit: getting a prescription renewal for Guru at the vet's office; grocery shopping at Costco and then at PCC; buying a bunch of produce at one of the Asian markets in the International District; getting kitty litter at Mud Bay; and then Shobhit even drove me by the Capitol Hill library so I could pick up a library book I finally had ready for pickup. By the time we finally got home and brought our shit ton of groceries upstairs that we had to do in two rounds and then had all the groceries put away, it was less than half an hour before I needed to leave for my movie.

I walked back from my movie and then wrote an admittedly kind of short review. This was another movie SIFF was running only over three days of the weekend and its run ended yesterday anyway. Ivan hung out with us for most of the rest of the evening after that, and he even asked me, "How was the movie, Matthew, about the cucumber?"

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I watched an episode of Big Little Lies and then Shobhit and I watched episodes of Modern Family and The Big Bang Theory. It was kind of interesting seeing this episode of The Big Bang Theory, with all three of us in the living room together, watching Leonard and Penny debate whether they use roommates as a buffer in their marriage -- something I have openly stated will be useful with a roommate around while Shobhit and I readjust to living together again. I'm not sure how well that in particular has turned out, though: just the other day I was laying into Shobhit for behaviors that were annoying me, without reservation, with Ivan right there to witness it. I guess being self-conscious about marital bickering with an audience only lasts for so long. I should still work on keeping that in check, though.

It did make me realize something recently, however: whether it's Ivan or others, I rarely express genuine affection to Shobhit in front of friends or family. I know exactly why, though. If I initiate PDA like, say, just giving him a kiss, Shobhit will reliably ruin it by trying to lick my nose, which I seriously fucking hate, and he knows it. To him, it's his way of expressing affection, and I get that -- but the flip side is he also knows full well how much I hate it, and how, for me, it ruins the moment, always. If he wants me to be more affectionate, then he should fucking stop that shit. Why he can't just be satisfied with a simple kiss, I'll never know. Except that it really doesn't matter what I do for him, if I go out of my way to be nice and actually do more than the usual, it is always met with criticism rather than gratitude -- his response is far more often "why didn't you do X" than it is "thank you." So what incentive do I have? Hardly any, is what.

So anyway, then Ivan even watched much of my Netflix copy of Hook with us, which he said his family used to own and he watched a lot when he was a kid. He did spend a fair amount of time looking at his phone, but he also paid attention a surprising lot to the movie, for one he apparently had already seen many times.

Shobhit was slightly negative in reaction to the movie in the beginning: "It's very over the top," he said. But his criticisms stopped pretty quickly, and he was completely engaged for the rest of the rather long run time of 142 minutes. He would even have me pause it when he went to the bathroom -- or rather, turn the Blu-Ray power off, because for some reason the fucking remote never wants to work while a disc is playing anymore, which is a little crazy making.

I've never thought Hook was a perfect movie; it's a tad overstuffed, but I have always enjoyed it anyway. It's fun, sort of in spite of itself. Robin Williams and Dustin Hoffman both give good performances. The thing that struck me the most was how much of a vestige of the final days of fully-constructed elaborate sets this movie was: a movie like this today (as was the case even with the 2003 Peter Pan) would be packed to the hills with detailed CGI backgrounds. This movie, on the other hand, featured gigantic, and really elaborate sets, which compared to current films made it feel a little bit like watching an unusually ornate production of a play. There was zero realism to these sets, but also a lack of the kind of fantasy you can get with CGI today, just by virtue of how obvious it is that they're all on a sound stage.

This movie also has a new, odd context for me personally, as a fan of the Doug Loves Movies podcast: sometime a year or two ago, Doug Benson revealed that he never particularly cared for Hook, to which his audience immediately indicated disapproval. Doug has always been defiance about his dislike, and in episode after episode, his audience would chant "Ru-fi-o! Ru-fi-o!" in an echo of the Lost Boys' chant of Peter Pan-surrogate Rufio's name in the movie. This doesn't happen as often now, as it died down a few months ago, but it did go on, on the podcast, for quite a while.

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