December 18th, 2010

Dead Dog Cat

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Somehow, I managed to get to our evening's activities last night ahead of my beloved, even though I was late leaving work, and the rain caused the typical snarl of traffic in Southern California, what with the drivers having no clue how to drive in it. However, that gave me several minutes of time to unwind, which was nice.

We went out with the Archer family, and went initially to a restaurant in Pomona called Aladdin's, and we had food there that was very satisfactory. Even Shelby ate well.

Following that, we took a chance and went to a bowling alley in Upland. Leagues were running, however, and so no lanes. Shelby was the winner here, because we spent some time in their gameroom, letting her play whatever she wanted. Trinkets were won there.

We then stopped on a cold (yes, I could see my breath!) night to get ice cream from Handel's. We'd never been, but the quality was very good.

Then back to the Archer home for an extended chat. Lovely evening!
Dead Dog Cat

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Over the last few days, I've read a graphic novel written by Warren Ellis called Two-Step. It's a mildly amusing look at a future fictional London, nicely illustrated, rather graphic. Not bad.
Dead Dog Cat

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I also picked up and read three comic books.

First was DMZ #60 - they're going back to the origin story of the civil war that is the background of this comic from its inception. Looks like they're going to follow this story for several books.

Next was Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? #18 - It's almost a rest from the action.

Last was The Unwritten #20 - Now it's into Moby Dick...
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'Twere a busy work day, with several admissions, office hours, and a lot of paperwork at a hospital.

So when I finally got home, and had some dinner, I cleared out the DVR, and then tried out the streaming. I dumped Demolition Man after a few minutes because I just couldn't deal with suspension of disbelief for this crappy film. Following that, I tortured myself with Death to Smoochy. Ack. I'm glad I didn't subject forestcats to that.

I guess I'll get back to the Netflix stream. Maybe.