Today, Harlan Ellison turns 81.
I was going to write yesterday. But I didn't. And that was likely a wise decision. Yesterday was the best birthday I've had in years, almost certainly the best since I've come to Rhode Island, and when compared to the nightmare that was last year, it was one of my best ever. We went out for breakfast at the Classic Cafe, and then I opened the gifts people had sent (Spooky gave me two Neko Case T-shirts and the Decemberists' The Hazards of Love on vinyl). After deciding it was too warm in the house to make lasagna, we got cold cuts at Eastside Market. Back home, I listened to music and read. We played a little Guild Wars 2. After dinner, there was cake and two movies.
The first film was Dan Gilroy's Nightcrawler 2014, the sort of film that probably falls under the ill-defined "neo-noir" umbrella. A truly splendid and disturbing piece of cinema. Jake Gyllenhaal's performance was both unexpected and unsettling. I was pleased to see that the screenplay was nominated for an Oscar. The second feature was Kevin Macdonald's Black Sea. I love submarine movies. I'm a submarine movie geek. As a submarine movie, I found Black Sea very satisfying. If you take Das Boot, Alien/Aliens, and The Treasure of the Sierra Madre and combined them into a single film – minus aliens – you'd have something not very different from Black Sea. MacDonald hasn't made a great film, and I think the ending flinched, but it is a very enjoyable film, especially if you're into submarine movies. Starring Jude Law.
My thanks to the five hundred or so people who, via Facebook, wished me a happy birthday yesterday. The future is fucked up.
Today would have been my Grandma Mary Ramey's 101th birthday.
Last night, I skipped the Seroquel and slept for shit.
Today, I have to try and work. Please have a look at the current eBay stuff.