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contours provocations
journal - 2001-0121 - sun 2200 Uneventful "Uneventful" has become my key word for describing the weekend. And this one was no exception. I'd love to say I feel all peachy keen and totally free of the flu, but I know better. I still feel fatigued. Friday, I had dinner with a friend, then make my weekly trek to Barnes & Noble where I wandered around. I decided to buy a paperback mystery by Ian Rankin, "Dead Souls." This is the latest in a series of novels about a police inspector, John Rebus, whose beat is in Edinburgh. One of the blurbs calls his style "Tartan Noir." Gritty would be an understatement. When I got home Friday, I was so exhausted I had to go to bed. And I'm confused as to when I woke up, but it must have been before 11 because I was able to catch Sci-Fi's second showing of "Farscape." Saturday morning, I was up at 10 since I had to take mother to lunch. But I took a nap around 4 and woke feeling slightly refreshed. This morning, I dawdled until 11, when I got up and watched a few minutes of "BeastMaster." Then scurried out the door to have lunch at Chili's, which was amazingly uncrowded for a Sunday. The highlight of my evening was QAF. One of the questions batted about in the reviews is the focus of the drama around the bars. "The New Yorker" said the characters don't seem to do anything but go to the bars. It struck me this evening that every episode has a bar scene near the end. If nothing else it makes for an interesting narrative device. I don't see these characters as being overly flawed. Characters who are far worse certainly prowl the bars and shubbery and chat rooms. Gads! This entry was about as uneventful as my weekend. PAX!
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