I dub thee "Monstro."

(Pinocchio was recently released on DVD. "Monstro" was the name the animnators gave the giant fish that swallowed Pinocchio.)

I am not sure if you need the details here, but it's Hillshire Farms' smoked sausage with kraut and cheese on a kaiser roll with Grey Poupon. Why, you might ask? Nah. You're right; you'd never ask that. But it is because I am ill. Not mentally diseased, although I definitely have an element of that as well, but because I had a slight cold over the weekend, and then celebrated the break in the weather (and St. Pat's day) by dropping the top on the Miata and driving to the local for corned beef and cabbage, and thus caught hold of a relapse that has been kicking my ass around the block. The beers were the Black Forest and an IPA. Like Briscoe & Green.*

The film of the day was not Milk. I highly reccommend it; Smartly done, wonderfully acted, very good history, and here's something you don't hear every day: wonderfully lit. How many films can you say that about? How many films can you actually say, with a straight face, have authentic period lighting? (A few scenes may be overly murky, but in those cases the intent was pretty clear.) And pretty good San Francisco porn to boot, showing off in particular that quality of 'Frisco that is genuinely timeless.

Bored the crap out of me. I know the whole story. And I'm not saying that there were not moments that grabbed at me-- there were-- or that this is a film that didn't need to be made. It badly needed to be made, this is a story that needs to be told in the strongest possible terms, not just because Havey Milk managed to gain representation for an entire segment of the popluation that hade been not only unrepresented but actively persecuted. But, yeah yeah yeah. And then there were the scenes with Anita Bryant in them, which just creeped me out. Crazy bitch just creeps me out. Brrrrrrrrrrrr!

This was the film of the day.

*I know; that's what I called the Pale Ale & the Black Forest, but the analogy still applies.