The day thus far

Last night after my last entry, we watched the movie Laura, a classic film noir from 1944. My father, horologist that he is, noticed that the clock that is an important part of the movie does not actually have the ability to strike the Westminster Chime heard throughout; it only has one winding armature instead of the three that it would need. I've subsequently submitted this to the IMDB listing for the movie. After Laura, we watched one of the disc's extras, an A&E biographical special about Vincent Price. It was fascinating—I never knew that Price was actually born in St. Louis, Missouri—though it quite omitted his tenure as the host of PBS's Mystery! and his role on The 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo.

( A shopping trip, then a do-over; job news and power status. )

The parents have the generator on right now so a neighbor can get some water from our well. Interestingly enough, when they turned the pump on, water started flowing into our bathroom…so it may be that some of our internal pipes froze. Oops.

Going to post this, then make the most of the time i have on the computer while the parents are visiting with the neighbor.

Evening update

Generator's back on again.

We had spaghetti tonight, using some ground beef and garlic bread I brought down to prevent their spoiling due to lack of electricity.

In the background I'm listening to my Dad watching the biographical picture of Gene Tierney on the Laura DVD. Meanwhile I've been looking up the five Sherlock Holmes movies I brought home with me to find out which ones are the highest rated for watching afterward. I'm thinking we'll end up going with either Dressed to Kill or Terror By Night.

It turns out that I'm apparently going to be interviewing author Peter S. Beagle and his publisher Connor Cochran a week from tomorrow. I'll try to get a press release about it out tomorrow.

A Slow Study

We ended up watching the 1933 version of A Study in Scarlet, which was, to my amusement, "suggested by" the Conan Doyle book—and while Sherlock Holmes received top billing, Dr. Watson only showed up halfway down the cast list. And for no very good reason, Sherlock Holmes lived in 221A rather than 221B Baker Street. Needless to say, it bore almost no resemblance whatsoever to the book of the title, though there were a few little elements here and there lifted from other Holmes stories. It was decent enough, but a little slow—and entirely unscored. You don't really appreciate what a good score can add to a movie until you see a movie that lacks one altogether.

Depending on how things go on the job interview front, I may find myself on the bus to St. Louis as early as tomorrow afternoon. I sure would like a little bit of quiet time to relax and recuperate after my enforced absence from home during this power outage, before the interview, but I doubt I'll get it. Oh well. Will keep thinking happy, hopeful thoughts.