July 7th, 2009

20111112, Marilee

Sitting Up Straight

I dropped a DVD off at the post office today and went on to Kaiser where I expected to spend about 30 minutes. I spent two hours sitting up straight. I was scheduled to have the last nebupent treatment today, but after I'd been there about 30 minutes (ran into a friend from bookgroup and talked a bit), I asked one of the aides to remind the nurses I had the treatment. Turned out the nurses who did it before weren't there and the nurse who was didn't even know about the appointment. He hadn't done it and had to collect everything from lots of places. There's a much nicer negative-pressure room, but it was still sitting up too long. I had a repeat thyroid test, too.

On the way home a car of young men yelled TIRE! so I stopped at the shop on the way home, and they checked and said the tires were fine. I came home and cooled off on the bed. I expect to decamp to the recliner every so often while I'm online tonight because I hurt a lot.

The WashPost TV Week says Warehouse 13, which is debuting tonight, is about Secret Service agents collecting paranormal objects so the Earth won't die. Argh. I've giving it one try. It also said the reason the channel changed its name to SyFy was because they couldn't copyright SciFi.

Today's WashPost Health section notes two studies that show obese people live as long as normal-weight people and longer than skinny people. But then it goes on to say that the people in the studies weren't taken down to just one problem or not taking cholesterol. This is wrong, because neither did the original studies that think being fat is bad for you.
20111112, Marilee

Memories of Murder

This is a South Korean movie (good English dubbing) that is fairly accurately based on the story of South Korea's first serial killer. It starts in 1986 at a point where South Korea can't do DNA tests, doesn't have CSI equipment, barely has Miss Marple observations.

Two women have been killed and detectives realize there's a similarity in dress to a missing woman. As they narrow down what the women look like and how the environment is when they're killed, more are killed and they find more people likely to be the killers. The problem is that they torture them, so of course they confess. Then it turns out they couldn't be the murderer. The detectives become more desperate (and they don't take the ideas of the female officer, who turns out to be right in a number of cases) and in the end, can't make their final suspect confess, even though 10 women have been killed and mutilated over six years.

In 2003, one of the previous-detectives is driven by the second murder site -- he now sells juice extractors -- and has his driver stop. He looks down in the trench and a little girl comes by and asks him why he's there. He says he'd been there before and just wanted to look. The little girl says another man came by recently and he said he came back because he'd done something there. But the previous detective can't get her to describe her face.

There was a lot of violence and foul language in this, plus a bit of sex and sexual description. I was looking for news of the time, but instead found an excellent review from the New York Times. It really is a good movie, but settle in for unpleasant actions.