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06032017-04


-- चार हजार और नब्बे-पांच --


I spent a lot of time in front of screens yesterday. I mean, let's face it, I do every day -- but it seemed like more than usual yesterday.

No official socializing yesterday, although I spent nearly as much time with Ivan as I did with Shobhit, just hanging out in the living room most of the day. Shobhit and I watched a couple episodes of season five of House of Cards starting in the late morning, and Ivan kind of followed along a bit as he made his lunch, or later lounged on the love seat. Between the time he spent with me on Saturday and his lounging around yesterday, I guess he didn't have a lot going on for himself this last weekend.

Shobhit, at least, did have a work shift on Saturday.

But yesterday, after the second episode of House of Cards, I asked Ivan if he'd ever seen The Secret of NIMH, the Don Bluth animated feature from 1982. I had it from Netflix due to a brief conversation I had about it with ex-coworker Jill on Facebook, commenting on how unusually dark that movie is, particularly for an eighties kids' movie. I hadn't seen it in a while and decided I wanted to watch it again. Ivan said he had seen it once as a kid, and when I mentioned I had it, he said, "Well I'd be down with watching that." I asked Shobhit if he'd mind, and he said okay.

Ivan, true to form, spent the entire movie just looking at his phone. Shobhit, for his part, ended the movie by saying he expected I would give it a B or a B-. The thing is, I'm really not sure if he's right about that or not, were I to see the movie for the first time now, as an adult. But given my history with it, and how much I always liked it as a kid, I'd still give it a B+. And I have to say that, even now, the animation is pretty impressive, and I really liked the realism of how the mouse characters scuttled around. In spite of the overt anthropomorphism, right down to Mrs. Brisby (a mouse) wearing a cape, there's a certain authenticity to the rodent depictions in particular -- and also of the farmhouse cat, Dragon, who is always depicted like a hulking monster, which of course is as you might imagine mice or birds would see cats.

I think Shobhit liked the movie more than he seemed to want to admit, to be honest. He was glued to the TV for pretty much every moment of the movie -- which is short, barely more than eighty minutes -- and never got distracted by anything else as often happens. It was Ivan who paid virtually no attention whatsoever. When the movie ended he said, "What are we watching now?" I said, "What difference does it make? You don't pay any attention!" And then, like always when I make a comment like that, he quipped, "I was riveted by every minute!" or something to that effect. He then asked if we'd watch more House of Cards, which he seemed to want more of. So we watched another episode of that. Which he barely paid attention to. Whatever!

-- चार हजार और नब्बे-पांच --


06032017-18


-- चार हजार और नब्बे-पांच --


I think I may have had a semi-bad reaction to the mid-afternoon margarita I made for myself yesterday. Shobhit made a sambar dish, filled with lots of vegetables and combined with brown rice and lentils, and he dished me a huge bowl of it. In spite of eating that while also having the margarita, by the time 4:00 or so rolled around, I was super tired and had a slight headache. I took a couple of Aleve and went to the bedroom to take a nap, and actually did sleep relatively deeply for nearly an hour.

But then I woke up with both my head and my belly in kind of a weird funk. I don't know how else to describe it, except that when I left to walk down to the Uptown Theatre on Lower Queen Anne for last night's SIFF screening, I had this feeling like eating something would help me feel better. I would have just skipped dinner after that huge lunch otherwise, but I really felt like I needed to consume food of some kind. So, I stopped at Hot Mama's Pizza while walking down Pine, and got myself a slice. It did seem to help.

I also had popcorn at the movie. One free bag left on my punch card, now -- we get a punch card for five free small popcorns (the only size I ever get anyway) when we renew our annual membership. I was slightly concerned that might hurt or complicate whatever funk I had been in, but it didn't seem to hurt nor help. It was super tasty, since I got my own stash of the white cheddar powder topping they have at the Egyptian -- it's like white cheddar crack to me, and they have a small bottle of it sold at Target for only two bucks.

Anyway! I for some reason thought the movie was at 7:30 and it was actually at 7:00. I stopped to read my book for a few minutes in the grassy area at Seattle Central Community College. I was going to kill half an hour there but I was there maybe ten minutes before I decided to go get that slice of pizza a block further down. And then I just got to the theatre super early, and sat in a nearby mini park until I saw the line start to form, and then was maybe #8 in the regular ticket holder line.

I saw an Indian film called Chronicles of Hari, which was the second-biggest disappointment of the festival this year. I bet there were plenty of great movies in the festival but this year I've had the worst luck; I don't think I've seen a single one worth more than a solid B, and I've gone to five of the six I bought tickets for. I did not choose well this year. I mean, I am glad I saw the one I went to last night, but holy shit could that movie have been way better. The director was very much an amateur, at least to American eyes. I kind of feel bad shitting on a movie that someone clearly poured their heart into, but it just isn’t that good. The story is interesting, but on a technical level the movie is kind of a shit show.

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It's another lovely day here in Seattle, so I decided to take advantage of the weather and sit with my lunch out on the deck again. Scott came out and sat with me while he ate his lunch too. I'll never stop appreciating how spoiled I feel working at this location, but . . . I could get used to this.

-- चार हजार और नब्बे-पांच --


06032017-09

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