Oh hai Blog!

 

Happy Blogmas!

Let me finish my cawfee first though.

Slurp.

Okay, so it's been a weirdly eventful week.

Got my home workout stuff organized.

Dumbbells for arm work, a foam roller to stretch out the fascia,

and these resistance bands, which are great for leg training.

This in addition to the regular gym workouts for cardio.

Me and my avian buddy.

While in the drive through of a local coffee shop, I can't help but notice

the scorch marks on the bricks on this building across the alley.

Clearly there was a fire in this building at some point, but instead of being

torn down, it was repaired and left standing. People live in it, currently.

There is a movie house downtown, about 2 miles from my house that I've started to

make more use of. While I don't mind going uptown to the big Cinemark to catch

a movie, I'd prefer to patronize smaller places that don't overcharge ticket prices

and force me to sit through 25 minutes of previews.

Also, it's a much shorter drive from home.

Anyway, I was on the movie house's website to get a ticket for

Wicked, and while I was poking around the Now Showing listings,

I noticed that there was a screening of The Room on Thursday night.

Tommy Wiseau's masterpiece, The Room. Yes, that one.

I had seen it a year or so after it was released, via the DVDs on Netflix,

then a few random times after that. Then, about six years ago, it was

playing at the Cinemark in Davenport.

I have read Greg Sestero's memoir about the movie,

The Disaster Artist, and also saw the subsequent movie based upon

the memoir, The Disaster Artist. Entertaining and engrossing.

How such an enigma of a human as Tommy Wiseau not only

made himself wealthy enough to get his movie made, but then

managed to get himself into show business. For better or for worse.

For this screening, Greg Sestero himself was going to be there for a Q&A

session and to introduce the film. He was also available for merch and

autographs after the showing.

How could I resist?!

There as a few seats left available for the early show on Thursday, so

I grabbed one and got myself to the theater.

Bring it on Tommy Wiseau!

Greg Sestero (Mark in the movie. You know, Tommy's best friend) came out

to introduce the movie, and answer some questions that he's probably been

trying to answer for the last 20 years. 

Then we watched the movie.

It's just as awkward and weird as I remember it.

The dialogue is all clearly written by Tommy, who apparently

hates women, and, while most of the acting is passable, there

are a few actors that are just ridiculous, and who I hope

have no other credits to their names.

In several scenes, if you were to rearrange some of the dialogue, 

it might actually make sense.

In other scenes, if they were deleted entirely, you'd never

know something was taken out.

I get the feeling that the cutting room floor in the editing room was

surprisingly clean.

After the screening, I got Greg to sign a poster for me.

If I ever meet Tommy Wiseau, I will shake his hand, then

try to wring his neck.

The annual band froot delivery has arrived!

I buy the box of delicious froot from the Davenport West

High School Band for their band program.

Then, a box of oranges, apples, and tasty, tasty pears arrive for me 

to munch on over the winter months.

Gonna demolish those pears. 😋😋🍐🍐

This is a poinsettia plant I got as a Christmas decoration last year.

I had actually gotten two plants, but the second one didn't survive the year.

Which was my fault, because I don't think I drained it well enough and

it got waterlogged and drowned.

But this one made it.

The red leaves fall off and grow back green.

Snazzed up Alejandro a bit more.

He's seasonally dressed!

Notice the finisher medal from the turkey trot.

There isn't always a finisher medal, but there was this year.

The Santa beard gets to be worn by this flamingo this year.

I have read the Gregory Maguire Wicked novel, years ago.

And I did like it.

But I've never managed to get to the stage play.

On Saturday, I returned to the movie house down the street

and watched the Wicked movie.

It's really good. I'm not a huge fan, but I know the

music well enough to be familiar, and I have to admit that 

it's very well produced.

The cast is great, everything looks amazing, and it

follows the story line.

This was Part One, (or the first act), so

we all have to wait until next year to see act two.

A lengthy Intermission.

The T-shirt project is nearing its end.

I'm wearing a Mardi Gras T-shirt today, and the

drawers are pretty much empty.

Time to organize and put them all back into the drawers.

I managed to go several months without repeating.

Some more candy from Canada.

I got these from the vending machine at the bus station in Windsor.

Decided to elevate the household holiday decorations this year.

The tinsel is years old, but I found these cute little stockings to

dress up the corners. They replaced a couple of awful, cheap little stockings.

You can see the old crappy ones in Alejandro's bony hands (see above)

The artwork above the doorway isn't Christmas, but if you are wondering,

I bought it from an artist in Jackson Square in New Orleans.

Found this reindeer fella in Michaels. All of their decor is

discounted, as per usual, so I picked him up for $10.

Such a weird little dude, but I couldn't resist.

The swag on the door, as per tradition, is real and I enjoy the

scent it provides all winter.

The tinselled skeleton has been retired from Halloween

duty (it's kind of fragile and parts of its limbs have fallen off)

and now gets to come out at Christmas. 

Memento mori, I guess.

Added some faux frosty sprigs in my Ugg stocking. It's so soft!

The stocking, not the sprigs. Also notice the hipster reindeer

that I found in Target about five or six years ago.

Most of my Christmas decor is old, and fairly minimal, as it's 

not really my favorite holiday, but I thought it'd be nice to

add a few newer things to the collection.

Managed to vacuum the entire house, upstairs and downstairs,

got all my grocery shopping done, and picked up a few

presents, ready to be wrapped and put under the Xmas Cactus.

Trying not to be a Scrooge, 

Bah Humbug

XOXO