1984, in the rear view mirror
Might as well close out the day with a stressful movie. After all, it fits well with today.
We were told that there might be a bit of a storm, and I no longer believe such predictions. Neither do the local authorities, so when the school closures began (while I was on my bus), I took it all in stride. After all, my board waits to see. And, effectively, all the other boards in the area had already called “pause”, while we were still mentioning that the daycare services might be disrupted.
I tried to get a look at our main web page, but the coffee shop wanted $5.05 for a peek… I thanked the clerk for “nothing at all” and headed back out into the snowy breezes. A change of language gave me closure, and I started the return trip. Another day’s useless energies spent, before breakfast time.
Tried moving the “box” from the cable company downstairs. Didn’t work. The lines were balanced, way back when, and there’s no room for experimentation. Unless somebody wants to foot the bill for HD, we’re staying analog on the main screen.
This evening, we started the double bill with a screening of 1984. Oh, the memories, erased and corrected. I read this book before the best before date; now, going on three decades later… well, certain things happened, and others didn’t. We got touch-tone.
And now, in keeping with the odd shaped day, we’re watching Percy Jackson And The Olympians: The Lightning Thief. Pierce Brosnan, as a centaur. Didn’t see that one coming. The sound is excellent (thank you, home stereo system) and the Netflix preview is fun.
