Anyone else having trouble with Netflix?
It used to be that it if I put a movie in the mail on Monday, it would be processed by Netflix on Tuesday morning, and we would receive the next DVD on Wednesday. Lately, however, our returned discs don't show up on Tuesday. Sometimes they don't show up on Wednesday, either, but only arrive on Thursday. This is ridiculous. It's likely not the mail that's causing this delay, but something at the receiving end. It pisses me off. It's well-documented that Netflix penalizes frequent-watchers by throttling their queue: if you watch too much, you're unable to get popular titles. (Basically, ties in the queue go to the account that watches less.) I wonder if they engage in other slimy practices.
Kris and I managed to watch three Netflix discs over the weekend, including The Ghost and the Darkness, a movie about Africa that came highly-recommended from several people. We didn't like it. The script, from William Goldman (of The Princess Bride fame), was trite. The characters lacked any sort of depth. Similar to Gorillas in the Mist (another lousy movie about Africa we watched recently), although the film is set in Africa, the continent plays little role. If it weren't for the fact that the film is about a pair of lions, it could have taken place in the American West.
On Saturday, Tiffany joined us for a trip down to the Proffitt-Smith homestead where Mac prepared a tasty meal of mustard chicken and caramelized onions. When I wasn't being anti-social (completing a sudoku that had stumped Pam), we chatted and looked at all of the work that has been done to the house. M&P have been busy little beavers. I'm excited for the work on the home theater to be completed: 7.1 surround sound and a projection TV! After dinner, we played a game of This vs. That, which for some reason quite amused the boys. Mac and I drowned were in uncontrollable snickers over "the surface of the sun".
Kris spent her Sunday knitting pointy little witch slippers for me and cracking a seemingly endless pile of filberts, all of which she managed while watching a parade of home improvement shows on HGTV. I spent some time in the workshop, sorting a lifetime's worth of compact discs and audio tapes. Mostly, though, I spent time in my bathtub, reading and soaking.
While reading and soaking, I managed to finish Bill Bryson's A Walk in the Woods, which Pam had recommended. A Walk in the Woods documents Bryson's quest to hike the entire 2200 mile Appalachian Trail over the course of the summer. He's accompanied by a loud, fat, inept friend. Together, they walk and walk and walk. Along the way, Bryson meditates on nature, on environmentalism, and on changing societal values. He tells lots of fun little stories, such as the tale of Centralia, Pennsylvania, a town under which a coal mine fire has been burning for forty years. A Walk in the Woods isn't revelatory, but it is fun. I liked the two main characters: a certain amalgam of their personalities describes how I behave in the woods. (Overpacking, obsessed with nature.)
Meanwhile, despite Lisa's help, the only way I've found to close comments on old weblog entries is to go back and do it by hand.
But necessary. The spamlords have been out in force lately, and I've grown weary of combatting their crap. Closing entries on most of the old entries should solve the problem, but it's a l-o-n-g and slow process. I'm up to 28 October 2002. At this rate, it'll be 28 October 2005 before I've got all 1119 entries closed and the spam comments removed.
On this day at foldedspace.org
2004 — The Blood of a Squirrel Greetings it is I Simon. I kill squirrels.
2003 — Brownie Points In which I codify a system of Brownie Points (and subsequent rewards) for readers of foldedspace.org.
2002 — Wednesday Evening, 9 p.m. The West Wing starts. The credits roll. "Oooh. Guest starring Joanna Gleason," I say. "You know who she is, right?"