I. Cannot. Take. This. Heat.

I woke up at 7a because it was too hot to sleep. This really has got to stop. No, seriously, enough. And that's all I have to say on the matter.

Watching One Hit Wonders on VH1. What a great show! I'm not certain why they have Bill Shatner as host, though, as the audience spends the entire show quaking in fear that he might accidentally try to sing. Those commercials were back enough.

Also, he can't pronounce "parental". He said PA-ren-tal instead of pa-REN-tal. Argh! He sung! I was kidding in the paragraph above, and then he did it! What a terrifying show. But great. Who knew that the woman who sang the disco classic "More More More" was a porn star?

So yesterday I was just going to hang around the house all floppily and watch TiVo and maybe go through The League of Gentlemen again (I'm totally going to wear out this DVD before they ever release Series Two in the States), but fate has many a trick up its sleeve. Don't know if you'd hear that.

I took the Radio Flyer to the store and bought all the heavy things imaginable (what did I do before this wagon? I went to the store both Saturday and Sunday, seemingly), and when I got home, Fran was waiting with a message.

"Cynthia called. She really needs a favour."
"If she needs me to work the show tonight, I can't! I have to do it tomorrow, I don't want to do it both days!"
"No, no, she just needs you to bring in her dressy clothes for tonight!"

So I was all phew! because it's much better to first think that it's going to be something much worse when asked to do a favour. So I brought her clothes in, and then she had no runner to get dinner, so I agreed to do that, and then she had no-one to guard the actors' personal belongings, so I did that.

I've been had! Nobody asked me to do anything, I was just lured there to observe how short-handed they were, and how sad and lonely and in need of help, so I stepped in like the sap I am.

On the other hand, George Cron was there with his group from SMU and I got to watch their extremely amusing show, and because I was just doing the goodness of my heart routine, I was able to leave about halfway through the show having saved the day.

It's nice to be a hero. Even when it's against my will.

After the theatre, I figured that I was out already, so why not go to the movies!

So I walked over to the deuce to check out the AMC and the Loews, and while I was at it, I thought I might as well glance vaguely at my passes to see when they expire. Whoops, September! Fortunately, it's the 30th and not the 1st, but that's when the Loews and UA passes expire, the AMC passes, which I have nearly used up because I go to the Empire more than anyplace else, expire in December.

So I have twelve passes that I need to use up in the next six weeks. Do-able, easily, but why do I have a feeling that I'm going to have one of those "I have five passes left and I have to use them all up today!" situations again?

Anyway, I decided to use a Loews pass and see The Road to Perdition. I thought it was quite good, if not the being and the becoming that some reviewers seemed to think that it was. I mean, I liked it very much, but was distracted enough to play with my camera during the film, which I would never have done while watching About a Boy or Minority Report.

I thought that the performances were excellent, especially Paul Newman, who just lit up the screen. Tom Hanks was interesting, since his great gift as an actor is the wealth of feelings and emotions visible in his eyes, and this character had cold eyes, but you could still tell that all that feeling was there behind them, even though you couldn't actually see it. The child was great, as he had to be, because if you are going to tell a story through a boy, that boy better be one that you want to spend time with.

What killed me, though, was Jude Law, because I gotta tell you, no matter how hard you work thinning his hair and yellowing his teeth and dirtying his nails and sallowing his skin and no matter how awkwardly he shuffles along, you know what? He's still the one to pick if you were making a sex robot. His performance was very good, but the uglification might only have worked if they had put full English Patient burn makeup on him, and even then I'm not certain.

Today's horoscope:
Someone close to you is ready to take a chance, to risk for greater gain. Be supportive, but don't get swept away.

One year ago today:
"Mom, I'm not going to be dead."
"O, I know you, you'll take too many, just like Marilyn Monroe!"

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