July 20th, 2010

20111112, Marilee

Progressing Faster

When I got offline yesterday, I decided I should take the DVD to the post office (73F) and pick up Monday's mail. But as I went, I thought that maybe I hadn't picked up Friday's and Saturday's mail, too. Indeed, going by the layers, I hadn't. I'll have to be better than that. I did read the paper and read in bed, then turn the light off at 2:30pm. I woke up about 11:10pm because I heard a hiss -- Junie must be doing something to Spirit -- and I came out and watched the rest of the late news while I comforted Spirit. I was yawning like crazy the whole time, so I went back to bed and work up at 4am today. That's about 13 hours, so I guess I was really worn out from the extra hours. That timing will work out okay, though.

I watched a DVD and then took it to the post office, got yesterday's mail, and came home to boot up the computer. I read all the non-LJ/ML blogs and my back started hurting; using the semi-recliner for that doesn't help, so I went down to the bed to read and did so for about 90 minutes. Then I scooped Loki's and Junie's litterboxes and managed to get Spirit's to the guest bathroom and empty it, clean it, take it back to the end table and fill it up there. I'd been using the chair that I've been using with a pillow to hold my feet up and when I came back from putting stuff away, Loki was sitting on it. He's been very unhappy that he can't have it. I just left him there and came over here to start this post. He got down to eat, and Spirit stuck her head out from under the end table, looked all around, and then walked over to the chair and sat. I just sat here and watched. I suppose I could leave the chair there when I go to bed.

I have to read LJ/ML, both Monday's and Tuesday's papers, plus another DVD for later, so I expect that will fill up my time until I'm due to go to bed to read at 8pm. Oh, I'm going to wash the cat blankies now. I never quite thought of the part of yesterday when I was awake as Monday.
20111112, Marilee

I Am A Fugitive From A Chain Gang

This movie is from 1932 and is based on the memoir of a man who had the same thing happen to him.

James Allen comes home from the World War and everybody expects him to go back to his factory job. He's been working in engineering in the Navy, though, and he wants to build things. He looks and looks for jobs all over the midwest and ended up traveling as a hobo. He's trying to find work when a guy wants to play poker with him. He tells the guy that he doesn't have money and the guy tells him he thinks he can talk the cook in the diner down the street to get them both hamburgers.

The other guy pulls a gun on the cook, and tells the cook to get out the money. The cook won't and he aims the gun at Allen, who gets all $5 ($77.79 now) out. The police catch them immediately and a judge sent Allen to a chain gang for 10 years.

This is the purpose of the movie -- to show how awful chain gangs are and why nobody should have to do that no matter the crime. They're connected to each other by chains at night and have chains between their feet in the day time. They break rock and make railroads. Breakfast is grease, fried dough, and other kinds of fat. The guard will whip you if you look at him wrong.

Allen wants to get out and manages to get to Chicago and change his name and his life. Over the years, he moves from laborer to chief engineer (or something like that). Then someone turns up from the chain gang state and since Illinois won't let him go back (all the good work, the good man he was, etc.), the other state offers nine months doing clerical work and then a pardon. Well, he decides to go back and none of that happens. He goes right to the chain gang, and the judge says he'll never get a pardon, since he's made chain gangs sound bad.

Allen manages to escape again, but he's sure he can't stay in the light. As he talks to the woman he loves and tells her he can't stay, the screen fades into black.

I wouldn't say I liked this, but it certainly made an impression. I really recommend it.