The next one is coming faster

I’m not quite sure what it means if the groundhog predicts 6 more weeks of winter when we haven’t really had any to speak of thus far. It’s been over 70° and flirting with 80 for the past several days, and for the foreseeable future, too. We’re also getting a decent amount of rain, which is good. Heavy at times, though not always. We’re actually a couple of inches ahead for the year.

I’ve been flat out like a lizard drinking lately. That’s a delightful Aussie term expression that apparently means “busy.” For the next two months I’m going to be working pretty much every waking hour on one thing or another. I saw my shadow this morning and that means eight more weeks of nose to the grindstone. The only time I’m watching TV these days is in the morning when I’m working out on the elliptical trainer.

Last weekend, I did take a breather and watched Inglorious Basterds in installments. I recorded it during a free weekend last November. I didn’t really know what to expect from it. It was pretty good, though I thought Brad Pitt grinned stupidly just a little too much. There were a few scenes that went on too long (the card game in the basement, for example). I also didn’t expect that it would turn out to be alternate history. Some fascinating characters.

This week’s Justified had so many great moments. The shootout involving the pawn broker was just about the funniest thing ever. I’ve always liked Pruitt Taylor Vince, who I first noticed in The Legend of 1900. More recently he was in The Mentalist and Deadwood and Otis on The Walking Dead. I don’t know how anyone can watch this show and not think that Olyphant is the perfect Roland Deschain. The three-way standoff involving Boyd’s men in the bar was like the scene in the Traveler’s Rest from Wizard and Glass. One of my favorite lines from the episode was “Me and dead owls don’t give a hoot.” And then there was the super-cool scene where Raylan punches a guy, puts his foot on his neck and then ratchets a bullet out of the chamber and drops it on the guy’s chest. Then he says today’s subject line. Clint Eastwood, eat your heart out. Got a big kick out of the Dixie Mafia guy thinking to smile when Raylan took his picture with his camera phone, too.

Alcatraz is hanging in there. More mysteries, still, including a dungeon that is supposed to be good news for the guy who is sent there. This roomful of geeks with computers is new, too. I wondered what he meant Hauser meant when he threatened Madsen with the old “hard way or the easy way” shtick at the end. What leverage does he have to force her to comply?

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