…the entire past weekend, starting a little early on Thursday when Mother Nature showed up:
and dumped 7 1/2 inches on me, turning the construction site next door into a scale model of Murmansk:
Before the city allowed installation of a toxic waste dump next door, I had a normal sized driveway that took a normal amount of time to clear. But, now, I have a driveway NASA recently designated as an emergency shuttle landing site:
and clearing off the snow is a bit of a job.
The little snowblower that could:
Old school selfie:
Sergeant, our suspect is a knock-kneed dufus wearing combat boots:
Detective, we found him:
So, after about five hours of continuous electricty and steely resolve, success:
But, man, was I beat. Too beat to go to the first movie of Lost Weekend III, which was a film festival put on by the Winchester Film Club, headed by that force of nature, Andy Gyurisin.
But I DID go to the next 15 movies, over the Friday through Sunday, and I gotta say, I gotta say, I will probably never, ever EVER do 15 movies over three days ever again. At least, until the next time.
And those movies were:
1. Inherent Vice. WTF?
2. Chappie. Creation and existence and the soul and wow, just wow.
3. Zero Motivation: Slacking goes international.
4. Human Capital: People just suck.
5. Amira and Sam: People are freakin’ great.
6. It Follows: Abstinence makes the heart beat longer.
7. Song of the Sea: Magic. Pure magic.
8. The Mafia Only Kills in Summer: Coming of age, unrequited love, and other kinds of mayhem.
9. Man From Reno: Japanese noir, about three scenes longer than it should be.
10. The Connection: A film about as long as the case inspiring it.
11. What We Do in the Shadows: Freakin’ hilarious.
12. Take Me to the River: Back when music was real.
13. Kumiko the Treasure Hunter: It’s just a movie. Really, Kumiko, it’s just a freakin’ movie.
14. Tracks. Thinking maybe golf would have been a better hobby.
15. White God. A Snausage or two would have solved the whole problem.
More to say on these later. Now, I’m going to take a week off ’cause, you know, all that movie watching? Grueling. Just grueling.