In this movie, Sanaa Lathan is mesmerizing in all her various stages of hair, but never more so as she drunkenly shaves her head. Hair is the framework for a reinvention of a life not quite fully lived, and it’s great to see Lathan’s self discovery along the way. This is another romantic comedy that tilts more toward empowerment than happily ever after, a tilt I heartily endorse.
Cost: Netflix monthly charge ($7.99)
Where watched: at home.
My current building has two single stall bathrooms on each floor. (This is not really enough bathrooms for the number of people on our floor, but that is not the point of this post.) Let’s talk about some things I’ve seen in my 2.5 years of sharing single stall bathrooms with many people from many offices.
It is my firm belief that in a single stall situation, the toilet seat should ALWAYS be returned to the down position. This is because 50% of the population always has the seat down, and the other 50% of the population sometimes has the seat down. With the always, plus the sometimes, that means the majority of the time, that seat is down. The 50% of the population that does not lift the seat should not be involved in lowering because someone didn’t return it to its proper position.
This. Bits of toilet paper sitting next to the toilet. What is this? I understand that those toilet paper dispensers sometimes only dispense tiny bits of useless toilet paper, but why then is it dropped on the floor? The toilet bowl is right there. The person is probably sitting on it. Also, just out of view of this photo is a large trash can, yet another place to drop tiny pieces of useless toilet paper. The floor is not the receptacle for this item.
What happens is that every time I use the bathroom, I pick up the 1-7 pieces of toilet paper on the ground and drop them in the bowl before doing my business. And I marvel yet again as to why people think it’s okay to drop the paper on the ground.
I’m happy to say that we are finally done with this backyard rehab project!
We are not yet done putting the sand away; when we are, this wheelbarrow will go away.
This project was paused for a while because filling the spaces between the stepping stones with sand wasn’t working. In some places the spaces were to big which made it unsteady to put one’s foot because the sand would shift. Finding bits of rock to put in the spaces was exhausting and was taking forever.
It turned out what we needed were pebbles to fill in the spaces. And putting pebbles in the spaces was done in one two-hour work session.
We will need to plant things around the edges in the spring, and I have to figure out what those things will be, but the labor of placing stone has ended for now.
We will, however, continue to work for just a little longer. The spaces between the pavers from the fence are too big, so we need to pop those out and put them closer together. We can use the leftover stone as fill.
It’s good to have this project finished.
I enjoy a good movie that explores class, and if you throw in one that also examines “friendship” between the help and their employers, all the better. But alas, this movie didn’t give me many places latch on and really care; people were interesting (or abhorrent) but so what? It also had one of those endings that is supposed to be all art-y and deep, but really felt like they hadn’t really figured out how to end the movie.
Cost: free from library
Where watched: at home
The Fred Meyer near me added a big red sign to it’s front door. My first time encountering it, I slowed, confused at its message.
I’m not sure who is in charge of getting such a sign made, but I wish they would have slept on the syntax before approving. Because the door is closed for much of the day. It’s an automatic door that opens when people walk up to it. It won’t just close at 8:00 PM, it will close repeatedly. And open too.
The word I think the person was looking for was “lock” rather than “close.” The message is that you will not be able to use this entrance between eight and eleven p.m. So it’s not just that the door is closed, it’s that it will be locked.
And now that sign bugs me every single time I visit the store.
The card informs me that the Ee-Chiya was Spocks’s pet while on the planet Vulcan. Sara informs me that it (the card, not the Ee-Chiya) hung out in her bag all week. She didn’t expect her back to school week to be so busy.
Ann Hornaday from the Washington Post has proposed a list of the best 23 films of the 2000s. Let’s see which ones I’ve seen.
Let’s look at what I’ve seen. Of the fifteen on the list…
*People would probably put Spotlight on this list, but it’s such a quality film, I think that overcomes the difficult subject matter.
I had enough yarn to make one more dishcloth from the dishcloth book, so I made another house.
Now I will obtain some size 7 needles and get started on the next knitted dishcloth book.
It rains in Portland a lot, but days when the heavens open and the rain descends deluge-style don’t happen as often as one might think. And they rarely happen in September.
So it was kind of fun to be caught in torrential rain while coming home from work.
It also was not fun. I was wet through, despite my umbrella. I walked home from the library barefoot because apparently my sandals don’t work when they are sopping wet–they slide too much to walk in.
One week later, I discovered it had rained hard enough that the container of Altoids I keep in my backpack had become a wet rusty mess.
Three things I loved about this movie: the way young women’s sexuality was treated with respect; the casting of actors who looked like normal teenagers; and how hilarious it was. While much of the humor was based on exaggerated situations that would not happen in real life and some of it wasn’t my cup of tea, I laughed a lot while watching this movie. All six actors on that poster were great.*
Cost: $1.50, from Redbox
Where watched: at home
*The recent comic turns by John Cena, (Blockers, Trainwreck) Dwane Johnson, (Central Intelligence) and Chris Hemsworth, (Ghostbusters, Thor: Ragnarok) have me thinking we could populate a hilarious comedy using only guys who can’t buy their shirts off the rack.
