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Last night was yet another night out to Uptown Cinemas, a relatively quick walk from work for a 4:45 showtime, to see Oscar Nominated Shorts—this time the Animated ones. This might have been the first time ever that the five nominees alone cumulatively made up a nice feature length run time, 97 minutes; in years past they tended to add as many as four "highly commended" animated shorts to pad out the run time.
The more typical thing, though, is that the animated shorts are overall less entertaining. The live action shorts on Monday I had given a solid B; these ones I have an
overall B-minus.
On the upside, saving and uploading the screenshots to Flickr while I was still at work saved me some time, as did the shorter run time than Monday's program. Plus, thank the gods, once I got home and restarted my computer, this time its performance was much better. I actually had the review finished and just needed to post the link to social media by the time Shobhit got home from work this time. We didn't watch any shows after that, though, because Shobhit wanted to see Biden's State of the Union speech. So, I spent much of the rest of the evening (which was only an hour or two) updating more playlists. I'm into the Hs now, so I've got six separate Heart playlists done. I listened to my playlist of favorites from their Epic Records era (1976-1983) this morning on the way to and just after arriving at work. Next up are my Hindi playlists.
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I did get a text from my dad in the middle of the movie that worried me a little at first, then turned out to be nothing serious—still kind of odd, but nothing to worry about. He had texted to ask if I could call him back and if it was a good time to talk. That made it sound sort of serious, but I later learned he only did that because when he called me last, he felt like he was interrupting something. (I can't remember if he was or not. Maybe I was in the middle of watching something with Shobhit?) I appreciate the consideration, in any case.
Sometimes I worry over nothing. I found myself wondering if I had written something in my blog that he had a problem with or something. Those are the sorts of things that go through your mind when someone says something along the lines of, "Can we talk?" I should have known better, really. I haven't written anything all that incendiary in my blog in ages.
I had sat in the back row so it would be easier for me to write down short film titles and their country of origin in my Notes app, which I thought I would need mostly for the "Highly Commended" added shorts that wound up not being included after all this year. So, I texted him back that I was in a movie and could call him back in about half an hour. I called just before getting on the #8 bus after the movie, and we talked for maybe five minutes.
So, what did he want? He and Sherri are apparently setting some "end of life" plans in place, and he wanted to know if I wanted a viewing arranged before his body is cremated. Um, no! Given a choice, I will always avoid gazing upon a dead body. I know that it was something Sherri absolutely appreciated when her mom did a little over a decade ago, so this is very much an individual preference and I get that, but it's absolutely not something I need. If Dad is dead, he won't be any less dead as a pile of ashes, and he won't be any more alive as an intact body. We might as well get on with it. Hmm, I should ask him if he has a particular place he wants his ashes scattered though. I don't know why I didn't think to ask that last night.
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[posted 12:30 pm]
