Sunday,
September 9, 2001

Do I have to go to work tomorrow?

I know, I know -- a month ago I would have traded an ovary for a job. In a way, it's kinda nice to be able to bitch about, "Jeez, gotta go to work tomorrow." I feel like I'm in with the in crowd.

So what have we been doing? Well, not a whole heck of a lot, to be honest -- we poddled into the store and did a bit of a stock-up, dropped everything off at home, and then headed off to StoneBriar to see THE MUSKETEER (or as Berry Kercheval called it, THE MUSKETEER: DUMAS DOES 6000 PRM, or HOW WE REDLINED A DEAD FRENCH WRITER).

If you think of CROUCHING TIGER, HIDDEN DRAGON and transplant it to 17th Century France, you've got the right idea. Yes, it has plot holes you can drive a four-in-hand through. No, I don't really think the musketeers ever fought sword battles on ropes, charged a fortress at night in the pouring rain, or did any of the other nifty things the Hong Kong fight choreographers thought up for our heroes. But I walked out of the theater with a severe desire to play swishy-poke with long, sharp steel, so the movie hit its intended mark.

Besides, ya gotta like any movie that casts Bill Treacher (Arfur Fowler from EASTENDERS, a famous and long-running British soap opera) as the villianous innkeeper. Talk about breaking stereotype!