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Pancakes of the Damned
Jun. 10th, 2003 11:51 amWell, my firm intention to get back on the diet and be good this week was thwarted by Monte and his desire to have breakfast for dinner last night. I succumbed. I admit it. I could have had some eggs and toast.
I had pancakes. 5 of them. And they were good. So, I shall not feel guilty (although the Ben & Jerry's ice cream as a late evening snack was not the best choice either). I shall pick up the tatters of my self-control and carry forward with renewed dedication.
At least the pancakes were good. It would've been just mean if they'd been bad.
After dinner, we walked home (I like having a restaurant walking distance, btw) and watched our one remaining Netflix (we've been devouring them recently). We watched the original silent film classic Nosferatu which I had never seen. The sleeve put the running time at 81 minutes - a perfect length, long enough to be enjoyable, short enough to get some other tasks done after.
They lied. It was over two hours. Since it was a silent film, we cheated on the last 20 minutes. We played the DVD on x2 fast forward. It's not like you miss anything, they just move a bit faster. We slowed it down for the famous final death scene. There were some truly innovative things in the movie and some iconic visuals. And Count Orlok is just damned creepy.
I'm a good little movie geek. I watched a classic film. And what arrived today from Netflix? Friday! The hip-hop comedy. I love Chris Tucker, okay? But I can't help enjoying the dichotomy of returning a silent film classic the same day I receive it.
So, after the movie, we retired to bed where Monte cuddled up and snored near me and I finished the second "Sandman" collection. Num! Pancakes, vampires and Morpheus - interesting dreaming was had.
Today I get to leave work early so we can go meet with our photographer of choice and make the down payment, sign the contract, etc.
I had pancakes. 5 of them. And they were good. So, I shall not feel guilty (although the Ben & Jerry's ice cream as a late evening snack was not the best choice either). I shall pick up the tatters of my self-control and carry forward with renewed dedication.
At least the pancakes were good. It would've been just mean if they'd been bad.
After dinner, we walked home (I like having a restaurant walking distance, btw) and watched our one remaining Netflix (we've been devouring them recently). We watched the original silent film classic Nosferatu which I had never seen. The sleeve put the running time at 81 minutes - a perfect length, long enough to be enjoyable, short enough to get some other tasks done after.
They lied. It was over two hours. Since it was a silent film, we cheated on the last 20 minutes. We played the DVD on x2 fast forward. It's not like you miss anything, they just move a bit faster. We slowed it down for the famous final death scene. There were some truly innovative things in the movie and some iconic visuals. And Count Orlok is just damned creepy.
I'm a good little movie geek. I watched a classic film. And what arrived today from Netflix? Friday! The hip-hop comedy. I love Chris Tucker, okay? But I can't help enjoying the dichotomy of returning a silent film classic the same day I receive it.
So, after the movie, we retired to bed where Monte cuddled up and snored near me and I finished the second "Sandman" collection. Num! Pancakes, vampires and Morpheus - interesting dreaming was had.
Today I get to leave work early so we can go meet with our photographer of choice and make the down payment, sign the contract, etc.
