the daily snivel
As the rain spatters down
It's been a rainy weekend -- the sort that keeps people inside and under the covers with a book (or, for those more fortunate than I, with other people). I've been bouncing between home and work, and invariably ending up soaked through as I (famously) do not believe in umbrellas. I've also been watching the cats wrestle and play, like bored and fussy children, which in any case is better than staying up late listening to George play with, torment, and finally eat a mouse, which is something else he's been up to now that the poor horrible little creatures are starting to seek warm dry shelter inside the old walls of this old house. There's something terribly real about the wet crunchy sound of a mouse being hungrily torn to pieces and delivered up to its final (at least until the litter box) resting place.
The sulky, dreary tone of the weather reminds me of a great story my mother told me about being at home with young children. When she was a young parent, and my older brother and sister were just little tykes (and I wasn't even in the picture yet), they fought like demons. Constantly. She was often alone with them while dad worked, and was constantly worn down by their high maintenance antics.
The only peace she got on the weekend was for an hour on Saturday around 5:00 pm when the Bugs Bunny show came on. It was on one of the few channels that we received through the old rabbit ears, and while it aired they were transfixed. It was a reliable, predictable, hour of quiet and sanity.
Mom vividly recalls one weekend when Bugs Bunny was pre-emtped by a football game and my young siblings were so upset and disappointed that they were even more horrid than usual. My mother was devastated and furious, and actually called the station to complain and let them know that their stupid football game had cut out the one thing she was looking forward to for the entire weekend -- a bit of peace and quiet.
This weekend I went out to see Shortbus with my dear friend S. (known otherwise on this blog by her pseudonym Lucretia) and her sister, and found myself enjoying it immensely, although I'd certainly hoped and expected to live my life never knowing the answer to the question "What does Sook Yin Lee's vagina look like?"
That being said, I was impressed that the sexuality in the film was so explicit and unabashed that it never seemed out of place, and was generally either funny or moving in being so earnest and awkward. The autofellatio scene in the opening is by itself worth the price of admission, both for the grounding sight of knick-knacks being knocked off a shelf by the climbing legs of the aspiring contortionist as well as for the feat itself. Overall, I found the movie obth hilarious and touching, which is a rare accomplishment, and particularly so because I never felt the movie was trying to be anything except a film about screwed up couples and fucking, both of which are fundamental aspects of being human.
All of this reminds (including the screwed up couples part) me to say that S. and I have known each other for exactly twelve years now (see the entry for October 15/16). The anniversary of the night we met passed this week, and I'm very happy to know that even with the volcanic nature of our past relationship and the physical or emotional distance that periodically separated us in the past, we're still such good friends.
So what did you do on your pissy rainy weekends?
Comments:The sulky, dreary tone of the weather reminds me of a great story my mother told me about being at home with young children. When she was a young parent, and my older brother and sister were just little tykes (and I wasn't even in the picture yet), they fought like demons. Constantly. She was often alone with them while dad worked, and was constantly worn down by their high maintenance antics.
The only peace she got on the weekend was for an hour on Saturday around 5:00 pm when the Bugs Bunny show came on. It was on one of the few channels that we received through the old rabbit ears, and while it aired they were transfixed. It was a reliable, predictable, hour of quiet and sanity.
Mom vividly recalls one weekend when Bugs Bunny was pre-emtped by a football game and my young siblings were so upset and disappointed that they were even more horrid than usual. My mother was devastated and furious, and actually called the station to complain and let them know that their stupid football game had cut out the one thing she was looking forward to for the entire weekend -- a bit of peace and quiet.
This weekend I went out to see Shortbus with my dear friend S. (known otherwise on this blog by her pseudonym Lucretia) and her sister, and found myself enjoying it immensely, although I'd certainly hoped and expected to live my life never knowing the answer to the question "What does Sook Yin Lee's vagina look like?"
That being said, I was impressed that the sexuality in the film was so explicit and unabashed that it never seemed out of place, and was generally either funny or moving in being so earnest and awkward. The autofellatio scene in the opening is by itself worth the price of admission, both for the grounding sight of knick-knacks being knocked off a shelf by the climbing legs of the aspiring contortionist as well as for the feat itself. Overall, I found the movie obth hilarious and touching, which is a rare accomplishment, and particularly so because I never felt the movie was trying to be anything except a film about screwed up couples and fucking, both of which are fundamental aspects of being human.
All of this reminds (including the screwed up couples part) me to say that S. and I have known each other for exactly twelve years now (see the entry for October 15/16). The anniversary of the night we met passed this week, and I'm very happy to know that even with the volcanic nature of our past relationship and the physical or emotional distance that periodically separated us in the past, we're still such good friends.
So what did you do on your pissy rainy weekends?
