‘Tis time for the one hundred eighteenth installment. Wow. That’s a lot of these. It’s weird how blog-time works, isn’t it? I still feel like I’ve been doing Sentential Links for a relatively short time — and yet, when I started this series way back when, Star Wars Episode III hadn’t come out yet and my son was still alive. Wow.
Anyway, here we go with this week’s linkage:
:: Remember these props. The coffee and the Pepsi. They’re Chekhov’s gun, the one he said that if you bring it on stage in Act One has to go off in Act Three. (Why can’t I write stuff like this?)
:: I’m trying to reformat how I use food so it becomes something that NOURISHES me, not a means of self indulgence. (The health practitioner I’ve been seeing of late has a poster on his wall that reads: “Americans are overfed and undernourished.” I’m trying to focus more on nourishment these days, and not just with food, either.)
:: So I finally saw Spider-Man 3. I expected to be entertained but disappointed – all the stuff I read about the film had me expecting to find the film overstuffed, with a weak plot, not enough depth, and generally just glossier and less textured than the second film. So of course it’s my favorite of the three Spider-Man films. (Crikey! Now, I didn’t dislike the movie, but there’s no way it’s better than Spiderman 2.)
To paraphrase a previous post — I live with the tiger, I love it, but I respect its teeth and instincts. Stop asking why I don’t just pet the kitty.
And that’ll do it for this week.
In Re: The last item. Funny how financial failure forms the basis for “horror” stories — the worst nightmare of a society suicidally mired in materialism. Ironicus.