In less exciting news, I tried to make a snack without benefit of a stove, and had the grand idea of popping popcorn in the air popper and melting butter in a little aluminum cup sitting over the big hole in the top of the popper where the plastic grate normally sits. Of course, when I picked the cup up it was extraordinarily hot, so I dropped it just a fraction, and it landed at an angle and poured melted butter all over the insides of the popcorn popper. It was unplugged, fortunately, but smoke started to come out of the coils and the butter streamed out of the bottom of the machine. It's kind of sad ... shadowdaddy and I have been using that little machine for about twelve years now. Discretion seemed the better part of valor, however, and the machine was promptly (and permanently) retired.
I then sat on the couch and read the guide to the Seattle International Film Festival. I want to buy tickets early so I don't get shut out of anything good, but the one thing that has really caught my attention this year is the Secret Film Festival, a four-film series that requires purchase of a pass and a vow of silence. I am fascinated by the idea of going to a series where you don't know what you're going to see - and of course the fact that you're not supposed to talk about them afterwards increases the draw. I'm also intrigued by the various movies in the Asian Tradewinds series, such as "Darkness Bride," "The Blind Swordsman," and "Ghost in the Shell 2" (odd that Zhang Yimou's "Hero" isn't listed, although that's on my top 5 list). Despite these distractions, I found what I really wanted last night was to have a really good book to read. I'm guessing it's time to buckle down and really get to work on "Absalom, Absalom." (And it's also time to apply for some freelance writing jobs with the Stranger and the Post-Intelligencer. Time to get my clips together and get off of my ass!)