Month Runs Out
Sunday. A drive over to Telegraph near the University for a salad and another look at a bedding bundle they sell at Urban Outfitters for a hundred bucks. I've been putting off driving over and buying it because I am very good at putting things off and not buying them until I actually do: an erotic-neurotic approach-avoidance behavior of some sort, no doubt of interest to people with letters after their names. I decided to pass. Same with the hiking-camping store over on San Pablo where I bought a sleeping bag and a not quite padded enough pad for my trip to the classic sports car race at Laguna Seca in August. It turns out they don't sell air mattresses, but thought I could probably find one at Crates and Barrels, one of which is located not far from my office near Jack London Square. So I'll procrastinate further and take a look after work sometime before leaving next week.
Yesterday I walked down to the Grand Lake theater in the middle of the afternoon and caught the last matinee showing of The Corpse Bride. I'm a sucker for anything directed by Tim Burton, featuring Johnny Depp or with music by Danny Elfman. It's similar to Burton's production of Nightmare Before Christmas. I enjoyed it, I'm not certain I would have made a special attempt to see it otherwise, but then that was my thought after seeing Nightmare Before Christmas: an interesting experiment, nice animation or whatever it was, something I'm not sure I'd necessarily see a second time.
So have you finished watching The Machinist?
Not yet. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe sometime before the month runs out.