It's been sunny. Very very sunny. No serious rain here in a few weeks now, and except for the chance of severe storms later today, the outlook for a good, steady all day rain is zero. Poor farmers. Last year most of them couldn't plant because the fields were too flooded. This year the planting goes perfectly, but then...
My left thumb is giving me grief again, injured during the build up to last season's concert. If I am really careful I can get through a practice without any trouble. But I must have overdone it yesterday, for it is very painful today. So no morning practice, and the afternoon one will be very light, if at all. We may be hiding in the basement, if storm predictions come true. They sound really bad.
I have just returned from my weekly shopping expedition. It was a two-stop run today, first for birdseed, and then on to the grocery store for food, and 6 cans of heavenly dark beer. Imagine, my local A'burg grocery store has London pride and London Porter, from Fullers in London! The trip was uneventful; it wasn't very busy anywhere i went, except the roads.
Earlier in the week we played a full round of Teotihuacan, City of the Dead, a vast and involving board game that has become our favourite game. Set up takes about 30 minutes, and play lasts about two hours. We played on Saturday evening, then continued on Sunday, then finally finished it on Monday. It was the first time we played with the full rules, instead of starter rules. Later this week comes the next game in our MECCG tournament. We haven't played in a while, but the decks are ready to go. In computer gaming news, we have finished 4/5 parts of Kentucky Route 0, and hope to continue on again to finish it. The game is so good, and it is replayable, since the conversation trees chosen by the player are nearly infinite. The graphics and sombre mood make the game very unique and mesmerizing. And I am still plugging along with Return To Mysterious Island. I am almost ready to board the Nautilus!
Deb's recent movie choice was called Where Is My Friend's House? It is an Iranian film from 1987, and chronicles the nightmarish adventure of a small boy trying to return his schoolmate's notebook, which he has mistakenly grabbed. Viewers will never forget his little face, as he embarks on his epic journey to the next village, a journey fully as eventful as the quest for the Holy Grail. Most of the film, at least the first hour, is heartbreaking, as this child is put through the wringer by a village of uncaring adults, most of whom don't even hear him talking to them. But the final half hour makes up for the rest, as the boy is befriended by an old man who attempts to help him. My favourite kind of film is one that really gets inside an exotic place, a place which outsiders would never see, and really makes that place worth visiting and truly memorable. Highly recommended, if you can sit through the first hour of near torture.
Scene from the last section of the film.
A memorable, iconic scene from the film.
Mapman Mike
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