I did absolutely no shopping today, “Black Friday” or not. In fact, I only left the house to take the dog to the vet. (Nothing serious, just chronic ear infections that continue to make his life annoying.)
Beyond that, I read some more for Kaleidotrope, since I’d like to finish reading this year’s submissions before I start getting new ones in January. And I watched two Bond movies, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service and Diamonds Are Forever. (I’d actually watched the first half of On Her Majesty’s a few days ago.) Both were disappointing, but Diamonds is often actively bad. I’m not entirely sure it qualifies as a Bond movie; it feels more like a forgotten 1970s TV show set in seedy Vegas. How seedy? I honestly expected to see Hunter S. Thompson around any corner. (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was first published in Rolling Stone the year Diamonds came out.) It also features maybe the single most annoying Bond girl in Jill St. John’s Tiffany Case. (The more imaginatively named Plenty O’Toole is barely in the movie.)
My vacation is all but over at this point. I’m really glad for the week, but it will be good to get back. Just, you know, not quite yet.