connoisseur in the sheets
We went to the second round of Kibry's testing for attention deficits, this time, the testing was more thoughrow than the last time, he still managed to get through the whole process without loosing his temper.
We bought him two books on the way to a late lunch at a fast-food place, that is obviously making their business premises ready to be tended to by a mechanical staff.
The late afternoon/evening we spent as lazy as possible; i needed to go out shopping for groceries and look up a few things.
The Wife and i started watching Superman—2025—, she was beat and went to bed early, i got some writing done, then watched the rest of Superman. Need to let that settle, i'll write about it in the next media post.
What i will mention now is, that i watched the last 80 minutes of the movie on my phone under a blanket. I'm sure Mr. Scorcese and a whole slew of people in the business are either fainting or greasing their hands to hand out educational beatings to such cretins as me, but hear me out: first of all, our calibrated monitor and soundbar aren't providing the ideal theater experience anyway, seeing movies on a smaller screen in the dark of our bedroom with a nice pair of headphones does. Of course, i miss details, but i experienced Superman under my blanket in more intimate way than i did Fantastic Four: First Steps at the theater. No 3D bullshit that i have to put on glasses over my glasses for, no commercials, no trailers, no smelly food, no breathing noises, no body parts sticking into the frame, no possibility of some rotten pranksters trying to score attention-currency. When Sean Baker held his Oscar speech about not abandoning movie theaters, i had my bed, a tablet/smartphone and my blanket in mind.