Monday, August 03, 2009
One and two.
On the one hand, housepainting is completely absorbing, and forces me to come to terms with my perfectionism: for hours at a time, I have to determine whether it makes sense to paint details that (almost) no one will ever see. And then, when the job is done-but-not-quite-done, I have to determine whether to tolerate mistakes that everyone can see.
On the other hand, last week it rained five days out of seven. The week before that, it rained five days out of seven. When I wake up I check the skies, and every hour thereafter I check the radar, and even that doesn’t help, because with these mountains you never know which way the rain will go. And this week it rained so much as to damage the paint job on one side of the house even after the paint had dried. I blame George
Three and four.
On the one hand, The Third Man has a great plot and some great performances and some great shiny-wet cobblestones in the Vienna night and a great ferris-wheel scene. Thanks, many commenters, for insisting that I see it next!
On the other hand, The Third Man has The. Most. Annoying. Zither. Soundtrack. Ever. Heavenly Ba’al, people, it’s your job to warn me about such things. What do you think the comment section is for? “Michael,” you’re supposed to say, “definitely check out The Third Man—but watch out for that maniac zither!!!” Please don’t let me down again.
Five and six.
On the one hand, Internets wingnuttery is valuable, because it constantly reminds us that there are millions of people in our fair land who should never, ever, ever be allowed anywhere near the levers of state power.
On the other hand, Internets winguttery isn’t any fun anymore. Not even as material for satire. Back when it involved dimwit attorneys praising the artistic genius of George Bush and doughty warriors presenting themselves as military analysts with years of advanced training in Dungeons and Dragons, Internet wingnuts were a laff riot. But now that the wingnuttery is all about Obama’s latest terrible and utterly revealing photo gaffe and Obama’s seekrit extra-kerned Muslim birth certificate, it’s ... different somehow. Oh, sure, they still remind us that there are millions of people in our fair land who should never, ever, ever be allowed anywhere near the levers of state power. But they used to be funny. Now they’re just kind of sad and pathetic and a tiny bit scary. And the Internets are a drearier place for that.