June Roundup, Part Two
I’m looking forward to seeing Fahrenheit 9/11 this weekend. I’m guessing Saturday will be the day, unless tickets are sold out, which, in this town is possible. Just try seeing anything popular on an opening weekend. We have basically two theaters, and any time a big movie is released, only one of those theaters will be showing it. They might try to show it on several screens (which is why the sixteen screen theater is really showing eight movies), but the evening shows are a big draw. It’s no wonder, since “there ain’t a lot that you can do in this town”.
Another visit from Sandi (June 19-21) resulted in much fun and hang-outery. Friday night: Zaxby’s Chicken and a movie, The Terminal. Satuday, Ansel Adams exhibit at the Harn Museum, followed by pizza at the much admired Satchel’s Pizza, and followed even later by bowling and billiards at the Reitz Union. Sunday morning brought our first trip to the breakfast buffet at the restaurant at the Holiday Inn a couple blocks from home. It was acceptable, but nothing to write home about. If you love bacon you would like it. Lessons learned this weekend: I stink at billiards; the Reitz Union is good value and clean; The Terminal is an outstanding movie in almost every respect.
Meet my new neighbor, Goldie Weaver. She took up residence about a week or so ago above my front door. Fearful, I attempted to knock her web down with a water hose, but within an hour she was back, so I figure she beat me fair and square. As long as she doesn’t jump on my head, and as long as I don’t find thousands of baby Golden Orb Weavers in my apartment we should be able to live side by side.
This morning, to my horror, Goldie had caught another female Golden Orb Weaver in her web. My guess is that some time in the night the victim had challenged Goldie for her prime real estate. This was folly, since Goldie is bigger than ever, and could take on any spider and probably small mammals or birds. The intruder was clearly dead, since its abdomen was withered, and Goldie was sitting directly on top of it. The moral of the story: don’t mess with Goldie Weaver.
Went to see Troy on the fifth. It was very entertaining and the special-effects were good. However, I do not like Brad Pitt, as I feel he is about as wooden as a Trojan Horse, and I thought they might have chosen a prettier actress to portray Helen. What’s-her-name is pretty, don’t get me wrong, but we’re supposed to believe that her face launched a thousand ships. I guess I just thought that there might have been a more appropriate looking model or actress to play the part. Because I know a lot about ancient Greece, right? I know nothing. Anyway, a fine film with “thrills, spills, chills and kills.”
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