A knack for over the top gore
Stayed up past my usual bedtime, last evening. With only the dog to share my TV tastes, I opted for a screening of Django Unchained, and found that the particular mix of talent made for a much better experience than expected. Let’s face it, Tarentino has been spreading the (fake) blood around for a long time, and few others in Hollywood have the same knack for over the top gore. As an integral part of the plot line, of course.
Sure beats prime time laugh track comedy.
I’m still dreaming about a Murphy bed. Can’t afford one, unless I go for the kit, and learn some basic cabinetry skills along the way. It just seems so practical; a bed that can be put away, instead of tempting me to nap at odd hours of the afternoon. There are so many variations on the concept; one even serves as a computer desk in the daytime. Like a standard bed, only better. I wonder if any of the firms in the marketplace would like me to home-test their product.
Almost up to the equinox. Given my new schedule (see the opening paragraph), the whole idea of daytime vs nighttime has blurred. But… more sunlight means more melt, and a move towards planting a new lawn and all sorts of other good things. Bring it on, virtual calendar. Soon, a suntan will be possible. I can lay about, listening to the birds and the breeze. I mean, carefully. Not risking a sunburn, in this new, ozone free age.
