I have completely lost track of what day it is.
Presumably it’s Saturday, but I’ve been off from work for more than two weeks now, and one day has kind of blended into the other.
Yesterday, I spent most of the day working on getting the Winter 2013 issue of Kaleidotrope up and running, and contacting my hosting company to get this site back up. (Migration to a new server had a temporary number on my WordPress installation.)
I also watched a couple of movies. On Thursday night, I watched Midnight Run, an enjoyable if lightweight ’80s action comedy starring Robert De Niro and Charles Grodin. Then on Friday, I re-watched Raiders of the Lost Ark, though I swear I only meant to watch maybe twenty minutes of it while eating lunch. I got the Blu-ray boxed set of the four movies for Christmas and…well, come on, Raiders is just a really great movie. It also looks really great in Blu-ray. Later that night, I watched The Descendants, which is both very good and very odd. I’m still kind of mulling over what I think about it, but George Clooney’s never uninteresting in it, if nothing else.
Today, there was more Kaleidotrope, which will go live with the new issue on January 1. It’s a really good issue, I think, and I hope you’ll check out the stories and poems in, particularly if you usually don’t. It’s science fiction, fantasy, and horror, and I know a sizable number of my (not sizable number of) readers like that.
I also re-watched GoldenEye, the first Pierce Brosnan James Bond movie. You know, in for a penny, in for a pound. It’s actually not too bad, and more or less exactly as I remembered it. Brosnan is actually quite good, Judi Dench is terrific (albeit criminally underused), and Famke Janssen is painfully ridiculous. I think this is less her fault than her character’s. (Her name, Xenia Onatopp, is perhaps the least ridiculous thing about her.) Parts of the movie are great, parts are actually, rather dull, and a few parts are just too silly for words. Which is more or less what you want out of most Bond movies. (Though I’m personally leaning more towards the grittier Daniel Craig version following Skyfall.)
And that was Friday and Saturday, I guess. Meanwhile, the heat has gone off in the house, thanks to a busted motor on the furnace. A work crew came out, but they won’t be able to repair it until Monday. Despite some snow on the ground outside, it’s actually not too cold in the house. And downstairs, where it is warmer, we have the dining room open — it’s heated separately, electrically, and it seems to be helping a little. I don’t think we’re in any real danger of freezing.