This is a test, this is only a test. Or it could be something completely different, like a sausage doughnut — not something you really want. So stop asking questions!
And then it went “Thud.”
I was supposed to drive down to Portland today to visit some old, dear friends, but a late night combined with an inadequately heated house resulted in a pretty miserable day. Most of it was spent sleeping, cocooned in a bundle of blankets. Once in awhile I’d wake up and turn on the TV, catching bits of Iron Chef or the Kevin Costner film, Wyatt Earp. The latter was an appropriate coincidence, watching a man (Doc Holliday) dying of consumption while on the other side of the screen I was coughing my own lungs out (comforting!).
Day one for the blog is similarly bleak. Once upon a time I would have been all over this action, but it appears that my inspiration has atrophied from years of disuse. While I try to figure out a suitable non-rectangular design I’ve stolen some elements from Miranda’s beautifully-designed site. I’m only borrowing, I promise!
Anyways, back to sleep. Late nights do not a healthy blogger make.
Still so sick! In addition to the coughing & sore throat, I’ve picked up a fever as well. As you can imagine I spent another wonderful, miserable day cloistered inside the house.
Surfing around the internet, I ran across an interesting bit of information on the actor Oliver Reed. Reed died while filming the movie Gladiator, in which he played the part of Proximo, and according to the IMDB, there’s a bit more to that story:
Also listed are these interesting quotes:
“My only regret is that I didn’t drink every pub dry and sleep with every woman on the planet.”
Now there’s a role model! There’s far more there as well, in what has to be the longest “trivia” page for an actor I’ve ever seen.
Back to recuperating!
Greetings from the world of the living [, non-ironic]!
Pretty much on the other side of the flu now, and will hopefully be updating again. Spent the days subsisting on online Scrabble. Mom called and said my brother, three thousand miles away, has also caught the flu. He’s running 105, and I don’t envy him one bit!
Feel a little cheated after going four days with a moderate fever and not a single dream that persisted after I woke up! This is be par for the course with me. I think there are only two dreams I’ve had in my life that I remember with any kind of clarity. Do people write about dreams in blogs? I would if I could!
Lish called me “old.” Good or bad?
In other news, our wonderful Canadian neighbours have released another disc of a film that we won’t see for who knows how long in the USA. This time it’s Nagisa Oshima’s dreamy & violent Gohatto (Taboo), an exploration of homoerotic love in the samurai ranks. I do recommend, especially for those who can get their grubby little hands on the DVD. New Yorker Films has released a VHS in the states, so that might be an easier option.
Two good films, just released on DVD by Miramax Home Entertainment: Purple Noon, Rene Clement’s 1960 adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s The Talented Mr. Ripley, and The Young Girls of Rochefort, Jacques Demy’s lighthearted musical followup to The Umbrellas of Cherbourg. Alain Delon and Catherine Deneuve! Yum. Oh, and Belle de Jour, although I never was a big fan.
It’s good to be out of the house, although working past midnight may not be the best thing for me. Time to skedaddle!
Miranda pointed out my comment submission form wasn’t working, so I punched the script permissions in the face and everything appears to be working now. Thanks!