saturday . october . twenty eight . two thousand paul and i watched alfred hitchcock's "lifeboat" last night. not one of his best films, but a nice little premise: the whole film takes place upon the lifeboat after the ship goes down. hitchcock manages to make his ubiquitous appearance in the form of a newspaper ad on the back of a newspaper one of the castaways is reading. this was written by john steinbeck and is essentially a big ass anti-german propaganda piece. favorite quote: "you are a low person, aren't you darling? maybe that's why i like you." favorite new discovery: tallulah bankhead is one freaky bitch. her face looks as though it were carved from bathroom soap. i cringed every time she was splashed with water...i kept expecting her cheekbones to melt away. she's also my kind of broad. there isn't a whole lot of mystery going on and the suspense lies mostly on the nauseous side. — will the life boat sink? — um. should he be drinking ocean water like it was cheap hooch? and, my favorite: — is it wise to amputate that guy's leg during the thunder storm? favorite remark my husband made: me: awwww. isn't that sad? the baby died. paul: yeah . . . but at least they have dinner now. - fin - -- saturday . october . twenty one . two thousand i haven't written anything here this month because my oma (read: grandma) died. i am sad. i want to share some things, write about her and stuff, but i can't do it right now.