What a wonderful Sunday!
Sunday was great around here, gang. What, with the new patio furniture, not too many bees, not too many ants, an incredibly warm & sunny day... I worked in the morning and took the rest of the day off.
While at the grocery store, spending what already seemed like hundreds of dollars on ingredients for making Mexican food, I was in the checkout line when what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the DVD Once Upon a Time in Mexico -- for only $9. I love that movie! And it's, well, so Mexican. And what's another $9 when you're already spending nine hundred? So into my cart it went.
Truly loyal readers of this lofty blog will no doubt note that, oh, about 4 years ago, I posted a comment to my old blog about loving this movie -- and all the El Mariachi movies, in fact. I find them so funny and very entertaining. But honestly, I didn't remember much about this movie except that Johnny Depp's character was so over the top (yet underplayed, a weird thing he truly excels at). And that the movie was funny, but that was all I remembered. I wondered why that was.
And it occured to me that those 3 1/2 years of living in Pennsylvania (from 2003, to mid 2006) were some of the very worst years of my adult life. For very personal reasons. One of them being my D-I-V-O-R-C-E that necessitated my having to move away from Manhattan, a city I truly loved but couldn't afford anymore. Anyway. I also realized that in those 3 1/2 years, I wrote & sold: 3 novels (one of which was 455 pages long); edited 5 anthologies; wrote 4 novellas, 7 short stories, and 2 essays. Ran the EAA. And moved three times. It's no wonder I don't remember a fucking thing...
But boy is that movie great. It is really so fun. Violent, yes, but in that insane "Mariachi" way. And I was drinking a great merlot, to boot. It was just the perfect day.
Then later, yesterday evening, I watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off for the bazillionth time, but this time in high definition, while hanging out on the bed with Fluffy. What could be better than that? Honestly. Now, back to work.
While at the grocery store, spending what already seemed like hundreds of dollars on ingredients for making Mexican food, I was in the checkout line when what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the DVD Once Upon a Time in Mexico -- for only $9. I love that movie! And it's, well, so Mexican. And what's another $9 when you're already spending nine hundred? So into my cart it went.
Truly loyal readers of this lofty blog will no doubt note that, oh, about 4 years ago, I posted a comment to my old blog about loving this movie -- and all the El Mariachi movies, in fact. I find them so funny and very entertaining. But honestly, I didn't remember much about this movie except that Johnny Depp's character was so over the top (yet underplayed, a weird thing he truly excels at). And that the movie was funny, but that was all I remembered. I wondered why that was.
And it occured to me that those 3 1/2 years of living in Pennsylvania (from 2003, to mid 2006) were some of the very worst years of my adult life. For very personal reasons. One of them being my D-I-V-O-R-C-E that necessitated my having to move away from Manhattan, a city I truly loved but couldn't afford anymore. Anyway. I also realized that in those 3 1/2 years, I wrote & sold: 3 novels (one of which was 455 pages long); edited 5 anthologies; wrote 4 novellas, 7 short stories, and 2 essays. Ran the EAA. And moved three times. It's no wonder I don't remember a fucking thing...
But boy is that movie great. It is really so fun. Violent, yes, but in that insane "Mariachi" way. And I was drinking a great merlot, to boot. It was just the perfect day.
Then later, yesterday evening, I watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off for the bazillionth time, but this time in high definition, while hanging out on the bed with Fluffy. What could be better than that? Honestly. Now, back to work.
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