Ah, yes, it’s Monday again.
I fell asleep reading a book after the family left; I have a dim memory of my better half switching the lights off and murmuring something about “Poor baby.” I had my ass kicked, but it all went off well.
Since the sun comes up earlier, my body clock goes off earlier as well. I woke up at six, and I was pissed that I was solar powered. I wanted to sleep in, especially after three days of prep work and cooking. I went to work, but Better Half took it off. Go figure.
After I got some work stuff done, I wandered over to my college’s website to see if any of the classes had reopened. Many of them were, including the one I wanted to switch to. So I called, schmoozed the registrar, and got it changed.
Better Half, on his chosen day off, came and took me to lunch at Steamers at the Biltmore. Why not? A burger there is $10, and better than most out there. It’s worth paying for the better quality than the horsemeat at the fast food restaurants.
So, it’s been a pretty damn good Monday. I only wish I didn’t have class tonight.
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On Saturday night, as I was prepping vegetables and other stuff for Easter dinner, BH was cruising the channels and I said “STOP!”
I’ve been in a Bobby Darin mood lately. I read the book written by his son, “Dream Lovers,” and the biography by David Evanier, “Roman Candle.” I have Bobby’s music loaded on my iPod. So when BH hesitated on the Kevin Spacey movie about him, I wanted to see if it was worth a damn.
It was, and it wasn’t.
Kevin bears a passing resemblance to Bobby, and did a decent job of the covers of the songs. A problem many critics pointed out when it came out in 2004 was that Kevin at 45 was much older than Bobby when he died at 37 in 1973. But if Kevin is such the huge fan as he claims to be, why did he butcher the events of Bobby’s life? Bobby never made peace with his real mother. Bobby treated Charlie, his real mother’s husband, like crap, as he did his entire family. And BD essentially died alone, miserable, painfully, fearfully, and didn’t die peacefully in his hospital bed with Sandra Dee by his side. The only person he wanted at the end was his sister, Vee, and nobody else…not even his beloved only child, Dodd, who was 12 at the time of his death.
It was disjointed towards the end, and the song and dance crap was pure ego for Kevin.
And Kevin, as a so-called fan, should remember that Bobby was a brutally honest person, and he probably wouldn’t have been pleased with how Kevin played it out. If Bobby had a grave, he’d be flipping in it.
Grade: Meh.
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Gotta go for my walk.
Toodle-oo.
