I'll probably take this back the next time I'm really sick, but I think this is the worst kind of general physical discomfort because I feel really lousy -- sore throat, stuffy head, drowsy, etc. -- but I'm totally capable of doing my job and (for inexplicable reasons buried deep within my psyche) I'd feel guilty if I took any time off. Even the excuse that I don't want to expose anybody else to my illness doesn't work, since whatever this is has been traveling between my coworkers for a couple of weeks. They all took time off. Our vacation time doesn't accrue year to year so they were probably just using it up before it goes away, but I'm paranoid that the cold might get much, much worse.
Anyway, today is the first day back at work for one of my coworkers who took a week off to get married in Las Vegas. Among the other souvenirs she's brought in to show off is her framed wedding photo. You've seen framed wedding photos before. There's some unwritten rule that every married couple must frame and mount one good photograph of the two of them embracing beneath some ivied arch. This isn't that kind of photo. This is one of those photographs where you and your friend insert your heads into a painted background so that one of you is a pig and one of you is a farmer, except that in this case it's their heads on the bodies of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sandahl Bergman in full garb from the movie Conan the Barbarian. It's glorious.
My weekend wasn't exciting, but it was busy. I stayed home on Friday, partly because I was sick but mostly so that I could get some things done. I watched The Craft simply because I'd never seen it before. It's an attractive, well-produced movie with an average to above average cast, and a completely lackluster screenplay. There are worse ways to spend 101 minutes in front of a movie, but I understand now why it's taken me nine years to get around to watching it.
I got around three hours of sleep that night woke up really early on Saturday morning. I couldn't get back to sleep so I watched Eight Legged Freaks, which rounds out the trifecta of Movies I Watched Within The Last Week But Should Have Seen When They Were New (the other one was the '98 remake of Psycho, which I turned off after about forty minutes. Meh.). Eight Legged Freaks was one I avoided in 2002 because I don't like seeing movies in theaters and I figured I'd end up seeing it for free at some point in the future. It turns out to be pretty good -- sort of the movie Mars Attacks! was trying to be. I like Mars Attacks!, which puts me in a minority. I can also recognize its flaws, which boil down to two points. First, it can be broken down, scene by scene, into parodies of other B-movies, which, by coincidence, I'd already seen. That was fine for me, but any comedy made on the strength of its in-jokes is going to fail. The second major problem with Mars Attacks! is that it was simply too goofy to be serious but not blatant enough to be effectively classified as a comedy. Eight Legged Freaks is tongue-in-cheek satire too, but it's straight-faced enough to work for a general audience. I liked it better than I thought I would. My only complaint is that the CGI was really obvious, and this is a movie that would probably have benefitted from revealing practical effects.
Later in the day it seemed that nearly everybody I know called to see if I wanted to do something, which is too bad since I usually book my weekends several days in advance (at least). I spent the afternoon hanging out with Ellen, and we went to Pancake Cafe which neither of us had been to before. I'm so glad they're way on the other side of town because they're a little pricey and I really don't need to up my intake of Monte Cristo sandwiches. That's a recommendation.
Saturday night I braved the thunderstorm to drive down to Janesville to visit theenigma42 and lord_alucard. Keith made chili and we watched Run Ronnie Run, Hero, and Mars Attacks! Hero is the only of the movies I hadn't seen before, and it's a beautifully imagined, heavily stylized film which I simply couldn't sit through. What can I say? An above average action movie is still an action movie.
Finally, yesterday my sister and I exposed our parents to Clue and Bubba Ho-Tep. Do you know what this means? It means only six days into November, I'd already exceeded my movie quota for the month. Other than laundry I don't know what I'm doing tonight, but I feel like I ought to take a long, reviving walk. I probably will, and it'll only make me sicker.