A Second Entry; "White Squall," "Bomber-crew"-movies, "Red River"

I stayed in bed this morning, then got at 11 feeling quasi-rotten. Showered, shaved, dressed, etc. All this to see if I felt like spending the afternoon at work. Oh Joy!

To the bank to deposit a check from one account to cover a check from another account. Last week I thought I'd taken care of everything, but I miscalculated and realized last night a bill was due today. But to write a check for that bill meant there would not be enough money to write a check for another bill. Every month the same mess. The month starts off ok, then bills and money begins to ripple, and by the third week I have problems. However, slowly I think I'm getting control of it. The biggest problem is that I don't make enough to cover everything. And then every month brings some type of weird situation. I'm sure tomorrow a meteorite will burst through the kitchen window and knock out the hot water tank. Of course damage from meteorites on Tuesdays is not coverd by the insurance policy.

The glorious afternoon was spend hunched at my desk trying to unscramble in-house e-mail messages and assorted phone messages. And finish some web pages. Of course, the connection to the Internet was s l o w! I've been told that the connection is running at 99% capacity. I need to set up the external modem and use it; it certainly could not be any slower.

Saturday evening I watched "White Squall" which I'd heard about but never seen. CBS used it to fill the entire evening which is unusual. And gads were there a lot of commercials.

Several of the reviews at IMDB commented about it being a "Dead Poet's Society" at sea. Cute, maladjusted, adolescent guys following an iconoclastic "father figure" male. And indeed, it does have that element to it. But that has always been a movie staple. The other day, I caught part of a 40s movie in which the young hoods were fascinated by James Cagney's character. And there were lots of "bomber crew" movies from WWII. I suppose you could stretch the point and include a lot of cowboy movies.

The cowboy reference reminds me of the great image from "Red River" used in "The Celluloid Closet." The two cowboys, one of whom is the magnetic Montgomery Clift, are comparing guns. And the dialogue is something about there are are only three good things in the world - a good gun, a good woman and a good horse. And then one of them says, "...and we know about two of those."

Enough nonsense for today.

PAX!