End Of The World
Walked again, this morning; a good walk, and, one hopes, a good walk tomorrow. I should not say these things, one does not want to jinx one's chances for the weekend (and feeling good while photographing the Gay Pride parade). Certainly one does not.
Two, three. Life gallops forward. I have many tasks due on the morrow and I shall deliver one but crap out (even with work over the weekend) on the other, living the life amusing, here in Oakland.
This is important?
Not in the least. I watched A Chinese Ghost Story last night, in Chinese with English subtitles, and it was OK. There's a sequel and I think I'll rent the sequel. Whale Rider this evening. So far, so good with this Netflix thing. Twenty-two bucks a month, easy to open and play and return the disks in their postage paid envelopes. My guess is I'm watching something on the order of 18 movies a month, no late fees, for $22 bucks. That's good. I suspect Netflix will be put out of business when enough people are able to download movies over the web, but that won't be for a while.
What's a while?
I dunno. A couple of years. A couple of months. Another couple of drinks and I'll prognosticate on the end of the world.