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By nightflameblue (Mon Apr 07, 2008 at 09:58:48 AM EST) (all tags)
This city blows. Some people say they'd never live anywhere else. Most of them say that because they've never actually lived anywhere else.

Fail it. Movies. Sauce it up.



I promised pictures of my aquarium progress. I fail it.

Unable to find what I went looking for in the city, I turned to the online stuporstores. The local store I first hit basically told me to leave if I didn't like the stock they had on hand when I inquired about a special order. I probably could have been talked into using their stock on hand had they approached it politely. Oh well. I'm about solutions, not trying to help out someone who feels I owe them a living just because they exist.

So, hopefully I'll have pictures next weekend when my stuff gets here. Hopefully.

Mrs. NFB's mission was to find an appropriate piece of furniture for the aquarium to rest on. She found an awesome little real wood endtable that's sturdy enough it can hold my fat ass sitting on it. I probably weigh twice what the aquarium will weigh filled. Good enough. And it looks really, really good. That's even better.

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Movies this weekend:

Deathwatch - the description of the movie says it's set in World War II, but the opening scene has a dateline of 1917, and it's all trench warfare and shit. Somebody got a wire crossed somewhere. Pretty good movie with a lot of open-ended questions. Mrs. NFB's thoughts were that it was about purgatory. My thought was it was more a gatekeeper situation. These guys are already dead, and the trench is all about sorting out those worthy of going to heaven, and those not. Either way, it's a good horror movie with some neat philosophical twists.

Mrs. NFB's movie never arrived from Netflix this past week, so we ended up watching:

Sixteen Candles - "No more yanky mah wanky, the Dongah needs food!" It's a good movie. Not the best of that group. That'd be Breakfast Club. But still enjoyable to watch. Also weird to compare and contrast the girl getting married to "Auntie Ruth" from "The Girl Next Door." Either life rode her hard and put her away wet, or the makeup artists were really excellent in the latter.

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Mrs. NFB made her super awesome from scratch spaghetti sauce yesterday. Not only is it spicy and stupendous, but she makes enough of it that you can just load it up as much as you want and know there's always gonna be more sitting there. Mmmm.

THUMBS UP!

Enough. Outz.

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In re: Spaghetti sauce by ReallyEvilCanine (2.00 / 0) #1 Mon Apr 07, 2008 at 12:35:42 PM EST
HIREZrecipeORSTFU!

Just saw a film a few days ago, something like Diary of Anonymous, based on a true book written by a Berlin woman at the end of WWII with the Soviet occupation. I get invites to these occasionally from the marketing company but didn't participate in the discussion afterwards. Highly recommended. They'll probably subtitle it for the US artsy-fartsy theatres. I'm hoping they don't change a thing because it was one of the best fucking films I've seen in a long time, unlike The Perfume, where the fucking director, instead of listening to anything the discussion group said, instead argued with us and tried to explain shit which, obviously, he failed to do with the film itself.



Could tell you, have to kill you, etc. etc. etc. by nightflameblue (2.00 / 0) #2 Mon Apr 07, 2008 at 01:49:25 PM EST
But I'll check with Mrs. NFB about the possibility of posting her extra-specialty sauce. It's a heavy, HEAVY red-wine based sauce, and full of spicy italian sausage goodness.

Deathwatch left good open-ended questions. It was obvious the director wanted to leave you thinking, and it didn't feel like you were missing some hidden meaning or anything. But I always enjoy either interacting with, or watching public interaction with, directors who failed to deliver the message with the film itself. There's two schools. The confident guy who just knows he did what he wanted and isn't going to explain it, and the bitches who decide they need to teach these little shits what the film was about. I'd rather have door number 1. At least he feels the film stands on its own, even if it didn't. Door number two is obviously a guy who has no faith in his own work. Unless the studio did a post-hack job, as has been known to happen, he'd be better off to just shut up, say there were problems, and let it go.

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