So I finally got to watch Salem�s Lot over the weekend. While this nice gal�s suggestion to tape the mini-series last weekend worked for the first part, it would not have worked for the program�s conclusion on Monday, due to the numb-nutted-ness of my �beloved� cable company.

There was something satisfying in watching the entire four hours of Salem�s Lot in one dose, though.

My verdict? It was good. If you add in to the equation the fact that this movie was made for television (albeit cable, it was still only TNT, not HBO), it was really good.

It was by and large well-acted, well-scripted and spooky (especially that scene where vampire Floyd Tibbets is slinking through the tiny air vent, toward Ben in the jail cell next to him). It was filmed in a rather unique manner and what special effects it incorporated were used well and to sufficiently spooky results. They changed (and updated) some of the story from the book and they altered a few characters, but they did so well. They managed to make the depicted events believable.

I dug it.

I mean, it wasn�t worthy of Academy Awards. It wasn�t as good as 28 Days Later or anything. It still wasn�t as good as the novel on which it was based, but it was good.

And a heaping load better than the original t.v. movie, starring David Soul.

More apartment-related drama Friday night. At this point, I don�t even want to get in to it, because it will just upset me again. I�d held it together pretty well last week, in spite of how stressful a week it was; until Friday night, when I finally gave up and cried for a few minutes.

John came down to visit for the weekend. On Saturday, we did little � went out to breakfast, went to the market to buy a few food items. We watched t.v., we read books, we napped and we snuggled. Had we been doing all of this in a villa in the Tuscan region of Italy, it was may well have been the perfect day.

On Sunday morning, Barbara came over to accompany me on a 3 Day Training Walk I was leading. The group of us (well, the three of us, as it turned out to be) walked approx. 8 miles. John was supposed to have gone to see his son Johnny, but of course he was still home when I got back from the walk (I knew he was going to lay around all morning while I was walking). Anyway, he did go see Johnny for most of the day Sunday.

I didn�t get enough done around the new apartment. I had no gumption at all. I get that way � when I�m at my emotional limit, my whole body just shuts down and all I want to do is lay around in a vegetative state. Those people who go in to manic mode and, like, vacuum their entire place and scrub floors and other such nonsense when something�s on their mind? Those people really annoy me.

And now, Linda is on her way here, to go to lunch with me. We�re getting a laptop for Amy to take with her to UC Berkley and I�m giving her some information on ones I can buy through work.

Oh and we�ll also have lunch.

Hasta!

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