On Monday I took advantage of the fact that
I had a little extra money and did my laundry. It’s nearly impossible to dry
anything on the deck this time of year anyway.
I
called my landlord to ask him to have the exterminator come next Monday, but he
said next Monday was Thanksgiving, so I asked for Wednesday.
Amarillo
is shedding big chunks of brown hair all over the couch, so finally I vacuumed
up enough for a whole other cat.
I
didn’t take a bike ride because it was cloudy and grey it would have been quite
dark on the way home. Maybe I would have gone if I’d been cooped up all day,
but having gone back and forth to the Laundromat three times, I felt like I’d
been out.
I
watched the Roscoe Arbuckle film, “The Cook”. It starts off in a restaurant
with the normal ridiculous antics of Arbuckle and Keaton, but then it gets
bizarre as Roscoe leaves work and gets into a goat cart to join other rush hour
traffic of nothing but goat carts moving throughout the city and being directed
by traffic cops.
I
watched “Convict 13”, one of the first films to be directed and written by
Buster Keaton. He begins by playing golf, but plays so badly that he follows
the ball far off course to the outside of a prison, where he hits the ball
against the wall but it bounces back and knocks him out. Meanwhile an escaping
prisoner discovers him lying there and switches clothes with him. Keaton is
then of course mistaken for prisoner 13, who is scheduled to hang that day. At
the hanging, all the other prisoners are sitting and cheering on bleachers like
at a baseball game, ordering hot dogs and drinks. The guards were not
successful in hanging him because he bounced a lot like on the end of a bungee
cord, so they put off the execution and put him to breaking rocks, which he
started doing very delicately until the guard insisted that he swing the
hammer, which of course knocked out the guard. Buster exchanged clothes with
the guard and prevented a prison riot so he was promoted to assistant warden.
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