Lionel Twain v. Director Josef

['Twas a good weekend, even though I got nothing on my list done. Friday was a quiet night (if not for the boyfriend, the roommate, and the rommate's primary squeeze), so Saturday, I knew that whatever wildness I had to sow had better be then. After our grudging homage to the weekend's holiday (margaritas verdes and pub grub in a well-hosed-down Mark Lane, before it was mobbed again; I too am ambivalent about the day, not least because of Marion Zimmer Bradley's fictionalized portrayal of the oppressively Christian Bishop Patricius), John and I spent the rainy, chilly afternoon wrapped up in the comforter, doing...what it is we do. Apparently, I wore the poor boy out (snicker), because I ventured solo that night to meet Sean and his new squeeze at Edinburgh Castle to see a truly wretched band, knock back maybe one too many pints of Bass, and sneak back into Cedar Alley with the guys to share a bowl.]

[Yesterday, after banishing the inevitable headache with 1600 mg of Motrin and a greasy breakfast at Polk Street Station, and laughing at the Chronicle's headline "Simon hired anti-gay, anti-choice activist" (well, duh...), and after watching the Ian McKellen-Kylie Minogue Saturday Night Live we'd taped the night before, John and I saw a matinee of the undeniably scary (if a tad clinical) Resident Evil. (I keep adding movies based on video games I've never played to my list, but I refuse to see Tomb Raider.) Homeward for some gorgeous beef stew from an old Bon Appetit recipe and Murder By Death on DVD. I hadn't seen the flick since it was at the Sebastiani Theatre back in '76 (musta been one of the first grown-up movies my parents took me to), but I was surprised by how much I remembered, and by how much the younger Maggie Smith looked like a more glamorous Brenda Blethyn. Since we also rented the Surebit DVD of Gattaca (just to see what all the shouting's about), our Contemporaneous Queer Writers Who Hated Each Other film festival was complete.]

[Today, a walk over to Fisherman's Wharf for exercise and to check out the smoldering remains of the Cannery, oops Haslett Warehouse, fire, more laundry (gotta get one of my numbers checked off), and HOMEWORK...NOW!!!!]

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