Yesterday, we went to a lecture at the museum about the Pre-Raphaelite movement. It was quite good and I now question why I had not gone to one before. Kim bought me animal crackers, but the box did not contain any monkeys, much less monkeys wearing pants. The only simians were apes. We then made some “simple” impromptu dinner that ended up using every dish in the house.
Saturday, we saw Ring 2, which might have been a good movie had they set the script on fire and tried writing a whole new movie from scratch.
Friday, I got Un Chien Andalou from Netflix — as written by Dali, as sung about by The Pixies. I ripped the DVD for playing on the phone, but have yet to set aside the 17 minutes it takes to sit down and watch.
I also got The Terror of Tiny Town, the midget western musical, which was prompted by the weird artsy German midget film Eric brought over the other day, Even Dwarves Started Small.