Part the first.
It’s well established that ours is a household of oddballs, residents whose brains seem to be wired differently than those of your average folks. For instance, when the husband tries to relay a story, he chooses such random details, and steers clear of any, well, pertinent sort of information. This morning he was trying to ask me if I’d seen a particular movie. But he couldn’t recall the film’s title. Or what era it was released in (forget about a specific year). Or who may have starred in it. He only remembered the vaguest sort of plotline, and one specific scene. As one might expect little comes of these exchanges, usually, save for mutual frustration. But a miracle must have occurred. A prodigious turn of events which caused some random neural firings in my dear husband’s brain which led him to 1989’s Millennium. Here’s the overview that makes sense of his cryptic details:
An investigator seeking the cause of an airline disaster discovers the involvement of an organisation of time travellers from a future Earth irreparably polluted who seek to rejuvenate the human race from those about to die in the past.
And the answer was no, I haven’t seen this movie. But I was so overjoyed to know its name (and plot, and cast, which included Kris Kristofferson, Cheryl Ladd, and Daniel J. Travanti) that now I actually do want to see it.
Part the second.
I have never been a regular patron of Best Buy. I don’t actively avoid their stores, but it never occurs to me to seek one out either. Anything they might sell (that I would want) can be found online or elsewhere, and for a better price. But for xmas someone gave me one of their gift cards (it’s the thought that counts, or something). As it turns out, these cannot be redeemed online. It’s like they’re still stuck in the 90s (says the girl who still hand codes her site). So today I brought my sorry self to the nearest Best Buy location. Only to find they really don’t carry anything I want. In-store, anyhow. I was looking for the Blonde Redhead release, Melody Of Certain Damaged Lemons, which their online store sells, as well as The Chemical Brothers’ Singles ‘93-’03. But if I didn’t see it in-house apparently I’m out of luck, as they don’t do special orders. Grrr. Looks like I’ll have to go back…when The Incredibles comes out on DVD next month. I’m guessing they’ll have that in-store, at least.
Bonus: The Extra Action Marching Band. Opening for David Byrne this month. And they do weddings.
Plus: Dork Dork Goose. Too bad our teevee doesn’t work. But I’m sure I’ll be able to watch Heather’s clip online somewhere sometime soon (I hope).
And: I duly apologize for today’s overuse of commas, parens and italics (but at least I avoided ellipses abuse).