
Went and did some grocery shopping today, including the ingredients for my part of Thanksgiving (this year: cranberries, no not the canned variety you louts except for th jellied, because the canned variety for those is so far better than I can do; pumpkin scones; pureed acorn squash; and salsa for appetizers, both the "pure" version and the Velveeta version). Made the salsa tonight and sampled it, in fact. I think it kicked my stomach out through my spine. It should be just right by Thursday, though--it'll have had a chance to settle by then.
Went also with Wonderful Husband to the new movie theatre in the area. I think we shan't be going there again. Granted, it was the opening weekend, but they told us the movie was just starting with ten minutes of previews to come and it turned out to have started ten minutes ago, the kettle corn I got tasted burnt, the guy behind the snack counter gave us the wrong drink sizes, an employee came in the theater to give the no cellphones warning, we got one trailer (Nanny McFee), they stopped, brought the lights up, then lowered them again and started the movie. No pre-movie show, not even any music playing... oh, and no matinee prices either. *rolls eyes*
That said, Pride and Prejudice wasn't a *bad* movie... it covered the salient points and had some nice eye candy. I want to buy it when it comes out on DVD. But both Wonderful Husband and I ended up with issues with the some of the cinematography, not to mention random meetings with Mr. Darcy just getting more painful as the movie went on. The last one was so incredibly contrived that I was literally praying during the middle of it for it to end. Something along the lines of "This is Regency England, dear Lord, please, please, PLEASE don't have them kiss!" Oh, and the lucky rest of the world gets to not see the (invented) very end scene, for which I consider them all fortunate. They are missing NOTHING. I want to get the English DVD for this, in fact, in the hope that it will not contain that scene. However, I very much liked Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, felt a great deal more sympathy for Mary than I ever have before (in the BBC version I disliked her; in this one it's quite the opposite!), and felt that both Charlotte and Mr. Collins were well represented by their actors. The costuming, while not as "pretty" as the BBC mini-series, felt very authentic (I was rejoicing that I could see the hand-sewing on some of the costumes--I so wish there was a book about the making of this movie), and the dancing was to my uneducated eye a sheer delight.
After that we popped over into the Barnes and Noble nearby (didn't have Corsets and Crinolines by Norah Waugh, hasn't for several months even though before I really wanted it there were THREE copies just sitting on the shelf; also didn't have a clean copy of the Official Illustrated Movie Guide to Narnia, so I came away bookless) and spent a bit paging through manga and TPBs. NOT. BUYING. TPBS. Down that road lies madness, and spending money on comic books again and losing even more room and getting more stuff when I need to get rid of stuff!
And then we came home and made stir-fry and my writing goal is just to finish the chapter tonight and start worrying about word counts again tomorrow.