September 20th, 2008

20111112, Marilee

White Noise

I watched this Thursday and forgot to post about it until someone said something in bookgroup that tripped my memory. That probably indicates how I feel about it.

Michael Keaton plays a husband whose wife is apparently killed in a car accident. He's contacted by a guy who believes in Electronic Voice Phenomena -- where you detune radios and TVs and hear voices and see people -- and at first spurns his lures that he's heard from Keaton's wife. Eventually, Keaton goes to see the guy and starts believing. When the guy is killed himself, Keaton spends all his free time (he moved the dining room table into his computer area to hold more equipment and when his son asks where he's going to eat, answers "your lap" -- good thing the son belongs to the first wife) setting up with computers to enhance the EVP voice and video.

Then his wife starts telling him things that he doesn't understand at first but he comes to realize that she's telling him who to save because they're about to be killed the way she was. He starts trying to rescue folks and to find the people who are doing the killing.

There is literally no plot if you can't suspend disbelief long enough for the EVP, and I'm not good at that kind of suspension of disbelief. FTL, yes; paranormal, no.
20111112, Marilee

Book Discussion and Dinner

Marcos came at 10am and woke me up and I gave him the check, so we're all settled now.

We read Farthing this month and since our meeting reminder was in Farthing Set language, I dressed as close as I could to it. I didn't take the tea, which was just as well. Long skirts and purses are really pains to deal with. I don't know why companies don't put pockets in skirts! Our new parents and Tess showed up partway through and we all kept finding ourselves talking about the baby as much as the book.

We opted for dinner at Olive Garden, where we had to wait for about 30 minutes and I snitched an extra chair to sit in while we waited. I don't know if this is a formal agreement, but Tess' mom did all the feeding (expressed breast milk -- she has to go back to her job) and Dad did all the diapering. We were, as usual, having about three conversations at once, with only seven speaking people in the group, and that's always interesting to follow. We finally got our table with this sling thing for the baby seat to go in and since they have pumpkin cheesecake already, I had the salmon and steamed broccoli for dinner (which was very good) and then the cheesecake, which is why I go to Olive Garden in the fall.

Everybody kept making faces at Tess; she's so cute and she has lots of dark hair. She only cries a little, and then only when she's hungry or needs changing, but her parents told us they'll be up at 2am. I'd brought my camera because I'd been told she was coming and took a picture with her and her grandparents (our group's fan/librarian leader and husband) and then asked Jay to take my picture on the way out where the lighting is better, because I rarely dress up this much. They suggested I hold Tess, but I don't hold valuable things because I drop them, so her dad held her up by me:



Cute, isn't she?