Yesterday I ate a sandwich.
Okay, two concessions: First, obviously, that technically qualifies as yesterday‘s big news. Second, and more obviously, is that it’s not really news at all.
But it’s still big news for me, since it was the first real meal I’d eaten in nearly a week. Being sick normally is bad enough, but not being able to eat anything (also not sleeping for, like, three days) is pretty horrible. I know you all pity me.
Things that I have learned recently:
- Do not drink Tropicana apple juice when you have the stomach flu.
- I have a wonderful, caring, and rather bossy girlfriend. (I knew that already, but it bears repeating)
- 300 (the film) is pretty good. Fairly shallow, and the Queen Gorgo subplot was almost offensively cliche, but it’s an entertainingly violent way to kill a couple hours. A far superior adaptation than Sin City, which had all of Miller’s visuals but none of his storytelling.
- I have no desire at all to see Grindhouse. I wish Quentin Tarantino would just get over his childhood fascinations and actually make an original film.
- The Long Blondes’ Someone to Drive You Home is a very good album.
- My incapacitation probably cost me a copy of Buffy Season 8. Second printing for me. (not that it matters)
- Shakespeare just wants to rock.
Back to normal now. Regular, interesting posting to resume this evening or tomorrow.