To those of you who didn’t know, I found myself sick this past week. It started Monday as a sore throat and a general feeling of crappiness. I could have forced myself to go to work, but I figured that I should maybe just take it easy for a day or so so it wouldn’t turn into anything worse. I spent the day finishing the third season of
Arrested Development. (It’s pretty great, by the way. Why that show gets cancelled while
Family Guy and
American Dad continue to pollute the airwaves, I’ll never know.)
My resting didn’t seem to matter as I felt worse on Tuesday, so I stayed home once again. Luckily for me, my copy of season 2.5 of
Battlestar Galactica arrived that afternoon, so I didn’t have to worry about what I was going to do. (On top of that, Darcy didn’t have to work that day, so we watched some
Doctor Who.) As a matter of fact, it kept me occupied through the next day, when I felt better yet still about as crappy as I had on Monday. That night, however, I was blindsided by a full-on cold, so it appeared that my resting only seemed to forestall the inevitable. I woke up Thursday feeling absolutely awful, going through almost an entire box of Kleenex. Since I finished
Galactica that night, I then turned to the stuff I’d had out from Netflix on Friday, getting through
The Man Who Laughs (very cool) and
Daleks Invasion Earth: 2150 A.D. (okay, but it just doesn’t compare to the series).
Still recuperating on Saturday, I went out and rented a couple DVDs from Hollywood Video. The first was
District B13, which is more or less a French rip-off of
Escape From New York. The big difference is that the leads are real-life practitioners of Parkour. (Rather than try to explain it, I’ll just direct you to a few videos on You Tube which feature Parkour in action,
here,
here and
here.) This makes for some pretty nifty action sequences. The fact that the screenplay was written by Luc Besson doesn’t hurt either.
The other video I rented was a low budget adaptation of H.P. Lovecraft’s
Beyond the Wall of Sleep. Quite seriously, I couldn’t make it past the first ten minutes. For a horror movie, the only thing that was scary about it was the terrifying hairpiece the lead actor wears. (I skipped ahead and confirmed my suspicion that the actor shaved his head for when the character had to be bald, and they shot those scenes out of sequence.) And I suppose I should put the word “actor” in quotes, because he was very bad. In fact, almost everyone in the movie was bad, with the exception of William Sanderson. (I suppose I can cut Tom Savini some slack. After all, it’s hard to make a character who is supposed to live during the 1910s believable when all his dialogue sounds like early 21st century vernacular.) I had been suckered in by the well-designed website (which no longer appears to be active). If only I’d read some reviews of it beforehand…well, I probably would have just rented it from Netflix instead, but at least I wouldn’t have spent as much.
My Sunday has been pretty damn boring. All I watched today was an episode of
Wonderfalls. (See my above comment regarding the cancellation of
Arrested Development.) However, I did catch up with my friend Stephanie, with whom I haven’t spoken in a few years, via phone today, so that helped make the day more worthwhile. (She’s doing very well, I’m glad to report.)
Well, it appears I’ll be going back to work tomorrow. Not really looking forward to that, but I suppose it was a nice vacation while it lasted.
Except for the whole being sick thing.
One last thing, I’ve found myself listening to Rufus Wainwright a lot lately. Does that mean I’m turning gay?
