Correction and more…

“Star Trek Enterprise” is on at 7pm tonight on Channel 9 (NYC Metro area); so feel free to catch it for the re-broadcast of this week’s episode of Trip the Clone. Nicely acted, like I said, even if not a perfect episode.

“Little Women,” starring Winona Ryder and Susan Sarandon, is also on tonight. It’s a movie that has its moments; I’m hoping to see the whole thing for once!

Another sidenote – I saw “Love Actually” yesterday. A nice fluffy movie about love being all around us, starring all the favorite British actors. Hugh Grant did a nice job as a bachelor Tony Blair-ish prime minister who stands up to Billy Bob Thornton’s George W. Bush-esque American president (partly in reaction to the Billy Bob character’s leering the prime minister’s pretty, female assistant and then partly because the prime minister’s cabinet was not eager to cave into American demands – aww.) Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman were good and demonstrated a range of emotions. Colin Firth – ah, dear Colin was also quite good too! Liam Neeson did a nice role as the befuddled stepfather of a young boy in love. If you like fluffy, romance movies and don’t look for too much complexity, I’d recommend this movie.

More later…

I will have to post again later; I do have things to say about this week’s episode of “Star Trek Enterprise” but didn’t want to spoil it for those who do watch “Enterprise” but haven’t watched the episode yet (yes, I think it’ll be on again on Channel 9 in NYC area on Sunday at 9pm, if you want to catch it; then again, I’ll be trying to catch ABC’s “Alias,” which has to wrap up this mad crazy storyline before Secret Agent Sydney gets the lobotomy!). But, I can say that I thought this week’s “Enterprise” was very nice. A B+ for effort and points off for some quibbling that didn’t necessarily hurt the episode’s goodness, so to speak.

Nice Saturday today; go outside and enjoy it, is my other-than-television recommendation.

Oh, and a happy belated birthday to FC!!!

Being Thirty-Three at the DMV

My driver’s license is up today, on my thirty-third birthday. It sort of feels like Logan’s Run, where at thirty-three, you were in line to being incinerated. Or on a brighter note, Jesus was rapping up things and preparing to be resurrected.

The day after I got back from Hawaii, I realized that I had procrastinated long enough and I had to get my license renewed pronto. Eight years ago when I last renewed my license, the DMV was in some brick building. Now it’s on the second floor of a shopping mall. The other major improvement is that lines have been minimized: there are two short intake lines that make sure that you have the right forms and take your photo if necessary. Then you’re given a computer-generated number where you wait your turn on benches until the computer generated woman announces that it is your turn. It’s a lot more humane than the old system. One and 1/2 hours and $45 later I was out with my new temporary license in hand. I visited the Pathmark that I didn’t know was there (in walking distance — ah, another 24 hour choice over Key Food) and a Storage USA (I need a safety valve to get rid of the excess junk out of my apartment.)

I’m sitting here writing, my forearms tingling and inflamed from delayed-reaction sunburn. I’m convinced that my body is designed for sub-tropical weather — there, my skin is smooth, clear and supple, here in the frigid want-to-be-like-London weather my skin is dry, itchy, and feels so tight I want to shed it. An ignoble way to begin a thirty-third year, but so many other things are going right. A Wong Tai Sin soothsayer, after feeling bumps and looking at moles, peged my expiration date to be around 2043, so what is a thirty-something to do? I remember my childhood filled with itching: itching is your body’s way of reminding you that you are alive and have to do something.

My Hawaii pics are still uploading (600+) and I have a few vignettes from the trip that I will post as they are completed. Just excuse the time warp.