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I also saw Master and Commander on the weekend. I’m such a fan of the books that the relative lack of story didn’t bother me. I just lay back and sucked it all in. All the little quotes and in-jokes, from the two weevils to “not a moment to lose” to Killick and toasted cheese to Padeen to Awkward Davis to Joe Plaice’s brains. It was too short!

People who complain about the lack of action don’t realize that character and scene development are the defining features of the books, too. I remember giving up on the books as a teenager because there wasn’t enough action! But now the character development is most of the attraction.

Rented the Matthew Broderick (!) version of The Music Man last night. It was . . . insipid. Broderick’s anxious puppydog baby face somehow didn’t convince me he was a slickster anywhere near the leage of Professor Harold Hill. It didn’t help that his leading lady looked about ten years older than him and sang with a classical tone that, while perfectly fine, didn’t blend at all with Broderick’s more relaxed style. His singing was perfectly decent, but his dancing seemed forced and stilted.

I guess he’ll always be Philippe the Mouse.

I think I’ve had politics on my mind for far too long, since the only adjective I could think of to describe it was “PC”. Or maybe “Liberal”. It’s been a while since I saw the original movie version, but I remember it as having a lot more edge.

Called Canadian Blood Services to ask about donating again. It’s been over 2.5 years since my little run-in with a-fib, but they won’t let me donate blood. Ever again. Too bad, really, since it never took me more than 5 minutes to pump out the bag (can’t remember exactly how much it is), and I never got faint or anything.

Ah, well, they only used plasma anyway, since I’ve had malaria.

NaNoWriMo: 380 words.
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