I've been a busy little beaver at Custom Box lately. Or maybe I should say a busy little elf.
During the holidays, I get to put on my Santa hat (literally) and drive my sleigh from customer-to-customer delivering goodies. Time is tight this year. Jeff is leaving for vacation tomorrow. Nick's taking Thursday off, too. That means today is the last day I can be out slipping down chimneys. I've had to rush the deliveries this year, but I think I'm going to get them all done.
So far I haven't had any mishaps: no slugs of whiskey with clients, no smoking my pipe in the car before going into an office. In fact, I've had some downright pleasant conversations with clients. They're uniformly pleased with us, which is good to hear.
Shockingly, doing actual work at work means I have little time to write. So, my evenings have been filled with weblog stuff. (I'm taking next week off from Get Rich Slowly, so I'm scrambling to prepare content now.) It's all rather hectic.
I've made time to watch a couple movies with Kris, though. Over the weekend, we watched the fifth James Bond film (I'm watching them all in order), You Only Live Twice. It was terrible. This far into the series, my order of preference is: From Russia With Love (which is vastly superior to the others), Dr. No, Thunderall, Goldfinger, and You Only Live Twice. Look for a huge recap entry in a couple months, when I've finished watching them all.
On Monday, we watched an early Jodie Foster film: The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane. Even at the age of fourteen, Foster was a great actress. But this is one strange film. (It features President Bartlett as a pedophile.) Last night we watched the much-lauded Little Miss Sunshine. I'd heard a lot about this film. It's received almost unanimous praise. Yet Kris and I were both left feeling underwhelmed. The jokes had no depth. (The joke about the Proust scholar is simply that he's a Proust scholar? Come on. Get a little deeper than that.) The film had no depth. It's not a bad movie — I just don't get the universal praise.
Oops. Customer with an emergency in Salem. Time to leave.
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2005 — State of the Blog In which I spend a day touching on miscellaneous administrative issues.
2002 — Peter Jackson's Helm's Deep In which I think Peter Jackson's Helm's Deep is overrated.