mostly domino

yesterday was a day off for me and nothing traumatic happened. no fecal matter blanketing the floors, no canine attacks. all was well, insofar as that.

the critical thing i did yesterday was refill sagan's prescription. she was down to one pill and i do not want her off her meds. she's a mad dog when she's off her meds. i'm joking, mostly. but still. we have the pills now. we're good.

i had a coffee. i went to a bookstore, sold some things, bought some things. i left there with cash in my pocket and space in my house, so i was pleased. i went to the safeway and stocked up for the weekend.

thursday evening kara and i and some of her coworkers at the hospital went for drinks at the six olives, a martini bar dangerously close to our house. honestly, it's two blocks away! it was fun; kara works with some good people. i know them a little because i worked in the same department (health information management) for a little under a year, but i had the graveyard shift, so mostly i just saw people at the beginnings and endings of my shifts.

anyway, yes, it was fun. kara had some scotches, neat, because that's her thing, and i had creamy liquory drinks because that's mine. the comment was made that kara likes manly drinks and i like girly drinks. we were unable to dispute this. some of those folks we wouldn't mind seeing more often, though it does seem hard to arrange such things.

the outing was, at least privately, a celebration of kara's submission of her graduate school application. she's lost a bit of sleep over it, and now it's in. this weekend she can relax.

we watched "domino" last night. damn it was atrocious. it told the allegedly true story of actor lawrence harvey's daughter domino who went from being a model to being a bounty hunter. it was a highly annoying film, fairly typical of director tony scott, hyperkinetic, loud, full of unnecessary effects. it did seem to pay particular attention to keira knightley's butt crack - perhaps too much attention, even for my taste (is there a lesson here for me, eh readers of "nocturnal dyspnea"?). we did watch the entire film, though it hurt a little.

what redeemed the experience a little was that the dvd had a brief documentary about the real domino harvey. her story is indeed an interesting one, and worth telling. on second thought, actually, seeing that documentary made the movie seem so much worse, because the opportunity to tell an interesting story was so grossly foibled.

point of fact, the real domino reminded me a little of my writer acquaintance nicola griffith in seattle. in the fearlessness, in the capacity for violence (not so much the drugs and crime). nicola was once a bit of a brawler and went on to teach self defence to women. nicola, in my opinion, is cool. i wholeheartedly recommend her books.

perhaps domino was cool too. but you wouldn't know it by watching that film tony made. the film was written by richard kelly - that name sounded familiar, and now i know why. he wrote and directed "donnie darko", which was a terrific film, among my favorites. so i guess old dick slipped some. or maybe tony warped his pure vision of domino. perhaps we'll never know.

in other news, not to blather on, but i seem to have engaged in a battle of wills with my digital camera. i do feel that i soon shall emerge from this conflict victorious and possessing the ability to send emails and attach links containing videos shot with that camera. because we all need to see more of eliot, yellow, rumble, sagan, and max, do we not? don't worry; victory is just over the next rise.

yesterday another battle of wills commenced, this time with our microwave oven. it seems it doesn't want to cook any more; it just want to be a timer. but we'll defeat this one too.