My fourth time seeing it, and before going into this evening, I thought that I would never tire of it. The stage band often overshadowed the voices. Some sound effects failed to work (i.
e., the ringing phone). Speakers blocked a portion of the stage so I missed a bit of the acting.
The audience, while being enthusiastic, constantly reminded me with their cheering and nervous excitement before a song that I was sitting in a theater. They seemed to treat the show as more of a concert, and during the after Angel's death, I expected to see cigarette lighters waving from the balcony. Sweat dripped down our foreheads and backs without even setting foot outside.
The heat and humidity dulled our senses so we couldn't decide what to do and wound up spending quite a bit of time at Borders browsing and buying books. We sat in his living room reading for the remainder of the day, and I managed to finish The Autobiography of Alice B. by Gertrude Stein.
I hope to never have to read another one of her books. More heat and unbearable humidity with which to contend. And with my boyfriend on a liquid diet for the entire day due to an impending visit to his gastro-enterologist, we desperately needed something air-conditioned to occupy our time.
We both agreed that a movie was in order and opted for Superman Returns. I was reluctant to see this one, but with the promise of two-and-a-half hours hiding from the humidity, I followed my boyfriend into the theater. wasn't as bad as I anticipated, but it didn't wow me, either.
Nice special effects, and a fairly good storyline. Not much delving into the characters. The director must have told Brandon Routh only to look pretty and to flex occasionally because his Superman kept his mouth shut for most of the film.
Kate Bosworth gave an unlikable performance as Lois Lane; I felt that she really didn't deserve either Superman or Richard. Kevin Spacey and Parker Posey were under utilized as Lex Luthor and his moll Kitty Kowalski. The use of John Williams's score from the previous Superman films surprisingly disappointed me, reminding me too much of the Chritopher Reeve's films.
I kept expecting Céline Dion to burst into the fim at any moment singing We returned to the apartment wonderfully refreshed for a few moments until the oppressive heat almost knocked us out. First activity of the day was to offer moral support while my sweetie experienced a flexible sigmoidoscopy. Memories from my full colon search over a year ago re-affirmed not allowing him to go to the doctor alone.
Fortunately, he was in and out within 15 minutes; unfortunately, he remained awake during the procedure. And the doctor didn't even offer to buy him breakfast!!
We stopped for a large meal at Polly's Pies -- turkey meatloaf with mashed potatoes for him; an avacado-bacon-cheese omelette for me -- then a brief stop through Target just for the heck of it. We both felt a bit restless after returning to his apartment so we scanned the papers for a movie and decided on Monster House in 3-D. Find a theater showing this film in 3-D if you can!
It made the movie much more enjoyable -- not because of silly screen tricks, but because it added so much depth to the visual aspect fo the film. A great story that touches on the humor and mystery of being a child. Loved all the voices -- even Kathleen Turner as the house!
An absolutely fantastic film! Though my boyfriend mentioned as we ate a chocolate chip calzone from Claim Jumper that the movie made the fat person out to be the villain and that no people of color were the main characters. Personally, I think he was just moody from having a camera shoved up his ass.
posted by Greg at 1:18 PM | 9 words of wisdom Friday morning began with what I had hoped would be a quick appointment with an ophthalmologist: check my eye to figure out why it continued to tear up after two months and numerous antibiotics. I sank into a seat in the waiting room at 9 AM (for a 9:15 appointment), filled out some extra paperwork and settled into my book. At 10:30, the nurse finally called my name, and I followed her to a long, thin room with a white vinyl chair hidden behind some equipment that may have appear in a Tim Burton movie.
She performed a quick vision test, verified the prescription of my new glasses and said that the doctor would be with me shortly. I thought of reading a bit more in my book, but my eyes were already tired from the last 40 pages read while in the waiting room. I wouldn't have had time, anyway, as the doctor appeared a few minutes after the nurse.
He checked my vision with and without the glasses and started writing notes in my file. As he wrote, he tried to sell my on Lasik, that I would be a great candidate because my eyes were just the right shape, I wouldn't rely on glasses any longer, isn't that what I always wanted. My eyes focused on the Snellen chart directly over his right shoulder, and I allowed him to jabber on while I went over the reports waiting for me at the office.
When I thought he'd finished, I half-heartedly told him that I would think about it. He seemed pleased with that so we moved on to checking the teary eye. He added a yellow dye to each eye then glared at the lenses, lids and lashes under a magnifying glass.
"Blepharitis, just as I thought." I mentioned that the optometrist said the same thing and had even prescribed an antibiotic ointment that didn't do anything. "It doesn't really go away.
You have to constantly clean your eyes with like a capful of baby shampoo diluted in water. Use a Q-tip to brush it across the lash line." He grabbed another bottle with a dropper as he talked and told me to lean back.
I blinked the drops around my eyes and asked what those were for, thinking they were to help with the blepharitis. "To dilate your pupils so I can take a look at the retinas." He lead me back to the waiting room and said he would return in about 15-20 minutes, when my eyes would be ready.
I checked my watch after he disappeared around the corner with another file in his hands. And here I thought this would only take an hour, an hour-and-a-half at most. Get back to the office with enough time to finish my reports, write and send a newsletter to our clients, prep the office for the weekend.
That was all shot to Hell so with nothing else to do, I picked up where I'd stopped in the book and read until my near vision began to blur, the letters growing unstable and melting into one another. 30 minutes later, I followed the nurse to another room, sat in the chair and waited. Eventually, he re-appeared and focused a blinding white light into both eyes.
Apparently, both my eyes have cups surrounding where the optic nerve attaches to the eye -- a possible early sign of glaucoma. "Your eye pressure is normal, and there doesn't appear to any unnatural curvature to the eyes. The cups could be naturally occuring, but I want to know for certain.
" He ordered a series of retinal photographs and scheduled a second appointment on Thurdsay for some field vision tests. The nurse at the front desk squeezed me into the appointment book then handed me a roll of some reflective gray material to fit over my eyes until the pupils returned to normal size. I asked if my new sunglass clip-ons would be sufficient; she almost laughed me out of the waiting room.
I finally left the doctor's office at 12:15 PM, resembling something freakish with that protective covering behind my glasses. posted by Greg at 3:24 PM My fourth time seeing it, and before going into this evening, I thought that I would never tire of it.
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