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I unplugged yesterday. Homer was quite upset and fussed at me. This, of course, made me smile. She is a blogging ninja sometimes when it comes to me at times although Twitter still perplexes her and her favorite blogger will always be Busy Mom.

Sometimes, however, unplugging is the thing that you have to do to save your sanity.

So I became a couch potato and watched television. I saw “Prelude to a Kiss” yesterday for the first time. I was struck by how the movie, which I’ve never seen, was almost the straight answer to how AIDS ravaged our country so much during the eighties. How handsome young people became old before their time. Just a thought about what I got out of it. And I also forgot that Alec Baldwin was a sexy dude back in that movie. And that Meg Ryan was good in that movie. It’s taken me 16 years to actually sit down and watch this thing. I know, I’m still not over having seen Titanic and wanting to drown myself with Leo Dicaprio by the end of it. Titanic just makes me queasy.

Sometime mindless blogging is good. I shall do more of it.

I also watched “Pulse” which is not as good as the Japanese movie it was based on. Alas, the American remakes never are but I will say although that movie is completely flawed, the scary bits were pretty good. Not great, but decent. I also watched French cinema and realized that my crush on Francois Truffaut has not diminished over time.

More mindlessness:

Lester Hudson is the real deal. You heard it hear. As I am a bandwagon jumper on (is that a term) as my fear of commitment has been annihilated in sports in recent years by the St. Louis Cardinals and the Tennessee Volunteers, I am on the Lester train. The guy shines on the court. And, you know, after sitting in an auditorium with thousands of screaming kids, I realize that I am witnessing Lesterpalooza with a side dish of Marquis Weddle. His real test comes next week when UT Martin plays the Vols.

It’s been a small basic weekend with nothing outstanding happening. Those are important, campers, because sometimes you just need to stare into space and figure out who you are on occasion. I sometimes forget as I’m running in place.

Finding the joy of small things and all.