The last week wasn’t a total waste, even though the virus in my head made me feel like I was walking around with a cranium full of concrete and the #13 canvas I ordered on the 6thstill hasn’t arrived eleven days later.
About the canvas: I’ve been using the same supplier for over 25 years and they’ve always been very reliable. I called them on Thursday to ask what’s up and they told me that they had a problem with their UPS guy but that the shipment went out on Friday, the 9th. It really should have arrived yesterday but didn’t. I’ve filled every order I have for designs on the other sizes of canvas but I really need that #13. It better come today or I’m gonna be pissed. And out of work.
Nobody wants that.
Except my Mom, who knows that if I can’t fill any of my orders, I’ll have time to get on the latest piece I’ve promised her. See? Silver Lining!
I went to the drugstore and stocked up on Zicam (even though it was too late to keep this cold out of my system), Sudafed (the real stuff), Mucus relief and vitamin C. I take so many pills every morning I feel like a cyborg.
I don’t know, maybe they take a lot of pills!
I’ve blown my nose so much in the last week that I must have lost at least a pound.
Anyway, since last Saturday, I’ve reread These Old Shades and the Devil’s Cub. I could have kept going and reread my entire library of Georgette Heyer but I picked up something called the Last Days by Joel Rosenberg and it caught me! I’ll get back to regency romance when I’m done with terrorist/spy/thriller.
I binge watched the Haunting of Hill House, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Well written spookiness; what could be better?
I tried three comedies the other night. Two of them I enjoyed.
Snatched, stars Amy Schumer and Goldie Hawn. They play a mother/daughter duo who goes on vacation in Ecuador. At the beginning of the movie, the screen says in affect:
In 2016, two American women were kidnapped in Ecuador.
What followed was violence, mayhem and a reckless disregard for human life.
The kidnappers did some bad stuff, too.
It was surprisingly funny! Goldie’s still got it, to absolutely no surprise.
The second movie was Horrible Bosses 2.
I vaguely remembered laughing at the first one, so I figured, what the heck. The second one was all the first one was, plus Chris Pine and Christof Waltz. I laughed all the way through it.
The third movie was Bad Mom’s Christmas.
I sorta liked Bad Mom’s but I should have known three comedies in a row was a gamble. Bad Mom’s Christmas is offensively bad. Not because of the gratuitous nudity or crude language uttered by children but because it’s not even remotely funny. And as unfunny as it was, it was equally stupid. Less than twenty minutes in, I was wishing Betty White would show up and do a rain dance, even though that was embarrassingly stupid and worn out when she did it in The Proposal, nine years ago.
Not even the addition of Christine Baranski, Susan Sarandon or Peter Gallagher could keep me watching after a half an hour.
Things that aren’t funny anymore:
Kids dropping the F-bomb.
Mila Kunis.
Manscaping.
Hippies.
Okay, all baby boomers, not just hippies.
Sex.
Things that were never funny:
Characters who passively allow people to walk all over them.
Daughters who hate their mothers.
Mothers who behave like no one outside of a mental institution have ever behaved.
Betty White doing a rain dance. No, she wasn’t in Bad Mom’s Christmas but it had to be said.
Well done stupidity (Horrible Bosses 2) can be hilarious. Badly done stupidity (Bad Moms Christmas) is the worst.
Perhaps what bothered me the most was that it was such a missed opportunity. Moms can be very funny. Christmas is a hectic time of the year and lots of very funny things do happen. There’s no reason why a movie couldn’t have been made that capitalized on these facts and presented some events and circumstances that would have been original, unexpected and hilarious but NO, all we got was tired, stupid clichés that made me embarrassed for the entire cast. It was lazy. I’d like to slap its face.
I felt recovered enough to venture out to my painting class this week. I brought the old, broken meat grinder I’d found at Goodwill to use as my subject matter. It was surprisingly fun to paint once I powered through the fact that my brain is still clogged with mucus and therefore not functioning properly. For the first hour or so, I didn’t understand a thing I was doing or seeing. It was very weird but kind of liberating. I figured, what the heck, this is gonna be a disaster, might as well go overboard!
Jay started his new gig with the Spurs this week. The T-Wolves put him in the worst seat in the house. He couldn't even see the floor! Naturally, he figured out a way to make it work. Ah, the Big Time!