Words of wisdom, Lloyd.

Last night I sent word that the Nunnery would be open to a select group for drinks. The call was heard by Tracie, Redmond, and Rashid (all something of regulars here), Jeanette and Caleb (who are well on their way), and good girl Chelsea (a newbie).

After conversation, music, and drinks we ended up all seven of us in my room, sprawled everywhere and watching Purple Rain, the Greatest Movie Ever Made, or so it seemed last night. Ladies and gentlemen, the Revolution...



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And earlier R and I were at Sidebar where my drinks were on the House, picked up by the lovely Sally, delicate flower that she is, hitting me back for reuniting her with her camera some weeks ago. Best damned bartender from Timbuktu to Portland Maine - or Portland Oregon for that matter.


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I went to Borders with a gift card from dear sister Karyn and bought several DVDs, which it'll probably take me months to get through, busy as I am these days. For the curious:

* Tony Rome, with Sinatra;

* Miller's Crossing, the Coen Brothers in their prime;

* 25th Hour, which I haven't seen since the last time I was in Amsterdam;

* Summer of '42, which, okay this is a little obscure, but here goes. It's the film Wendy's watching in The Shining during the scene where Danny asks permission to go to his room to get his firetruck and ends up having a creepy conversation with his disturbing dad (Dad, you would never hurt Mommy or me, would you?).

When you think about it though, Danny was a bit of a pest, wasn't he? A very naughty boy, if you don't mind my saying. Forever blacking out or engaging in "auto-hypnosis" (careful there son, you'll go blind) and worrying his parents to... well, to death.

And poor Jack. A man cut down in his prime (just when he was really getting into his work), distracted at every turn by his coddling wife Wendy. Wendy, who's had her whole life to think things over; Wendy who hasn't the slightest idea what a moral or ethical principle is. Things would have been okay if she had only left off interfering and allowed her husband to get on with caring for the Overlook;

* And lastly, I got another of those 50 films on 12 DVDs for 20 dollars things again. We already talked about this, you'll remember. The other one I bought was called Sci Fi Classics, but this one's called Horor Classics. It's got films with Lon Chaney (jr and sr), some with Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff, Vincent Price, even one with Jack Nicholson of all people.

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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.