I went to Old Town to frolic with a friend yesterday, and got back this morning. Then I looked at the car, which seemed relatively clean other than some road spatter, and thought about washing it anyway - you can tell it’s still new when I actually want to wash the thing.
Instead, however, I sprayed it down with some of that “quick detailer” and gave it a rubdown with some clean towels.
I cannot believe I have not yet contracted black lung. The air here must be as hideous as rumor has it — I got a lot of black schmutz off what appeared to be a white car. You could see the difference between the parts I had wiped and the rest of the car - definitely grayer on the uncleaned bits.
I think I will be applying another coat of wax, post haste. Oy.
In other news, ‘Pan’s Labyrinth’ is, while extremely graphically violent, a good movie. Predictable in some respects but still very impressive. I had read blog reviews ranting about “too much of the war” and “not very much fantasy.” I think the fact that it’s not an American movie explains a lot of that; there are subtle bits, like the watch, and believable behavior on all sides rather than caving to stereotypes. Friend and I debated afterward about whether it was all fantasy on the part of the girl, or if the faun and the rest were real. You’ll have to decide for yourself. Beware if you’re squeamish, though. I closed my eyes sometimes. Fortunately there’s enough warning to do that.
No comments
Comments feed for this article