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So far today, it's been one of those days where I came in thinking I have a workload surprisingly manageable for being out of the office virtually all of next week—I'll only be technically working office tasks in the morning on Monday; I do my Thanksgiving store shift that afternoon; we fly to LAX on our trip to Palm Springs Tuesday and are there through Saturday.
But, this morning has also been marred by truly annoying emails from stores resulting in unnecessarily extra work on my end. It kind of makes me want to punch everyone in the face.
Granted, I'm also on edge and kind of stressed due to a broader issue: the
Kyle Rittenhouse verdict, which is both nauseating and terrifying, a metaphorical upturning of the rock of American culture, showing the insects on its underside. I guess I can add: it's infuriating.
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So, what else? I had a busy evening last night. Walked home from work, barely had enough time to process and upload the
PCC Harvest Potluck photos I had no time to write about during the work day due to the event itself, barely had enough time to
write and post about it by 6:45 p.m.
Then I quickly walked down to the Egyptian Theater to take myself to see a Washington-set and produced movie called
East of the Mountains, which I quite liked. I chose to see it last night because I couldn't really fit it into my schedule on another day; I had no idea the night I chose would have the added bonus of a Q&A with the director, a producer, and the surprisingly inarticulate (yet plainly talented) cinematographer after the screening. Tons of cast and crew were in the audience; they even had all such people stand at one point and they must have made up a quarter of the people there. It seemed like the only person
not there was star Tom Skerritt, but the man is 88 years old so I think he gets a pass from such events, especially while COVID is still happening. Presumably he's vaccinated, maybe even with a booster, and they check vaccination status for all attendees, but still, with someone that old you really can't be too careful.
When I mentioned Tom Skerritt before the movie to Shobhit, he asked who that is. "He's an actor," I said, very helpfully. I only realized later that Shobhit may not recognize him from his role in
Alien in spite of that film's iconic status in cinema history, but he'd probably recognize him as dads in a couple of things: notably the movie
Steel Magnolias, and the TV show
Brothers & Sisters, which Shobhit and I had watched together. That show aired for five seasons between 2006 and 2011, which means Tom Skerritt would have been between 73 and 78 even then.
It's starting to get weird with much older actors I have long loved, and realizing their time is short. Betty White hasn't been seen onscreen since about 2018. That woman is going to be
a hundred years old in January. It's inevitable and sad at the same time. I mean, I guess it's not
impossible that Betty White could live another, I don't know, five years? Not likely though. It's improbable even that she's still alive now. And even at 88, the same is increasingly the case with Tom Skerritt, an actor I have always liked.
Anyway I walked the six blocks back home after the movie, wrote the review, and that was it. Time for bed.
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[posted 12:30 pm]
