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Cutie and the Beeyatch - The Literary Exhibitionist
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Cutie and the Beeyatch
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09162016-60


-- चार हजार और चौंसठ --


I went to a movie with both Shobhit and Ivan last night, although to call it a social outing with Ivan specifically is almost a stretch: he walked with us only part of the way downtown, and didn't walk with us at all on the way home. On the way down, we all three walked together from home to 11th or so, but once we walked the block over from Pine to Pike, for some reason he crossed Pike to the other side and walked on the other side of the street from us all the way down to the Convention Center, not crossing back over until we arrived at the theatre. When the movie ended, Ivan left before we did, and I assumed maybe he needed to use the bathroom; by the time I was done using the bathroom, Ivan had messaged me that he was heading back on his own because he had some things to pick up. He barely talked with me or Shobhit in the theatre either, so I'm not sure how the whole thing would have been much different had he just gone to see the movie by himself. I wondered if something was bothering him, but once he got back with his dinner groceries soon after Shobhit and I got home, he seemed to be in a perfectly fine mood and even confirmed the other movie we already planned on seeing this weekend. So I just chocked it up to okay, whatever -- sometimes Ivan just has odd behaviors. Such is the case with people on the spectrum.

Shobhit, for his part, actually asked if I wanted to go into the Eagle as we passed it on our way home from the movie. That place has a reputation of being rather raunchy and so for some reason it intimidates me. In retrospect maybe I should get over that. Considering the amount of time I've spent at Steamworks, which is an actual bathhouse, I can't imagine a presumably standard leather bar is any worse.

Still, I did want to get home, as I found I did barely have enough time to write my review -- so here it is, my review of Beauty and the Beast, the third B+ grade I have out of three movies I saw three nights in a row. Shobhit said, "Your standard grade."

Okay, fine. I do give that grade a lot. It's stupid that I keep having to explain, however, how many more lower grades I would be giving movies if I were actually a paid movie reviewer. The thing is, I fucking avoid the movies I know I won't like! Why would I go out of my way to see something I know sucks if I have to pay for the ticket? And yes, sure, I give far more B+ grades than A- or A or B or B-, but in my view that still makes sense. Few movies are spectacular, so A- or above happen less often. I see the movies I'm confident I'll enjoy, which means the movies I expect to be a B+ (or even a B or B-) are the ones I go to. After all these years, it's not hard for a movie to match my expectations. I'm only occasionally wrong. (I did give The Boss Baby a C+, by the way, which for me is very low -- and I only saw that because I had access to a free advance screening. I never would have paid for a ticket to see that; I figured it was going to suck. I went to the screening in the hopes that maybe I'd be wrong -- but, I wasn't.

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09172016-22


-- चार हजार और चौंसठ --


I just had lunch with Karen down at the Six-Seven Restaurant at the Edgewater Hotel. Pretty standard stuff there, not much to tell. Except she did not want to share the meal today -- she wanted the banh mi sandwich, which comes with meat -- which meant a higher than average cost. Not a huge difference; $17 today compared to nearly $14 last time. The dish I had today was less expensive than the dish we shared last time, but, of course, this time we didn't share.

We had engaging conversation as always. A fair amount of talk about adoption. Her daughter was adopted and my mother was adopted. I commented on how different resources are for adopted people these days compared to when my mom was a kid, or, come to think of it, even when she was a young adult. She turned 20 in 1972.

It still feels weird being forty. I know I've said that before but it's been a while. I wanted to remind you! And I'll be 41 at the end of next month.

I guess I'll get back to work now.

-- चार हजार और चौंसठ --


08282016-51

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positive energy please