fine whine

You know what I like about Diner? All of the cars are dirty. Even the classic '57 Chevy is filthy. It lends a very authentic look and makes a believable film even more real because, after all, these cars aren't new nor are they well maintained by these teenagers. It's a good movie, too—I'm glad I picked this one up despite its prominence on greatest movies lists. Not to say that I'm going to go out now and rent Singing in the rain but maybe I won't be so jaded about the accepted canon of great movies of which I was not aware. I certainly liked it more than the more well-known American graffiti, one my earliest DVDs from Columbia house namely because it helped maximize my savings or something like that. Needless to say I was not impressed by it so much. I'll revisit it someday, likely before I unwrap my laserdisc of More American graffiti, but I'm not keeping my hopes too high. Setting my expectations too high has ruined more than a couple movies for me and I don't like having my movies ruined.

I had other things planned to write, but unfortunately I spent the afternoon laying in a half-napping state on the couch and forgot them. I wanted to ask people about the plot of a book I vaguely remembered, but now its details are lost to me. I suspect it was part of a Terry Pratchett book, given its zaniness, but I can't remember the details. I may well have dreamed the whole thing. I think I'm almost completely caught up on the Discworld series, having read Pratchett's Monstrous regiments within the last several days. It, like his others I've recently read, was more coherent throughout and didn't have an odd undercurrent building to a whirlwind of activity and confusion like some of his other books; this is about the only complaint I can level against the series.

I wish I could remember this lost plot of mine—I really wanted to know what it was so I could read it again. Not that I don't have enough books to be reading right now, being still in the middles of Michael Moore's Dude, where's my country? and Michel

Houllebecq's Elementary particles. And I still need to watch The omega code with Jessica so that I can complain about or laud it as I see fit.