2 am and she called on the phone...

Not really, I'm just up too late at the PC again.

Had my nails done, then spent most of the day with long time soc.singles/ba.singles friend Janice. Fixed some things on her computer and helped set up favorites on her new cable box. Showed her the reason there was no audio coming out of two of her 5 speakers was there was no 5.1 audio on that particular CD. Changed CDs to one which did, and it got all purty. Also discussed helping a friend of hers clean up his non-profit org's web site.

Went home for dinner, got the car washed, then picked Janice up and went to Taragon in Svale to listen to cousin Renee's jazz group By EAR. Janice's kind of music. The link is misleading - Renee has two incarnations of this group, the folks shown on the web site only perform in Santa Cruz. When she comes over the hill, she brings a bass guitar player and a keyboardist who are not in the SCruz group. They're still worth a listen.

Dropped Janice off, did some minor shopping, and at home spent some time trying to figure out why Yahoo messenger locked my PC when I told it to invoke the new webcam. Finally uninstalled messenger. It's been acting nasty lately, no need to put up with that. Tried MSN Live Messenger, but they don't have the direct chat rooms feature. Webcam won't turn on unless someone in your friend's list has the right version, which none of mine do. Skype works fine with the cam. Maybe I should try Logitech's chat function.

Sunday plans - need to buy a new watch, talk to Janice's friend about his web site, call my massage therapist to find out if she is working and see her if she is. Take the bicycle out for a spin if the weather is good.

Pursuit of HappYness - review

Very short review because this is a highly depressing movie. Will Smith does some fine acting, and a lot of running, most of it jay-running blindly in a mad rush. The kid who plays his son was on loan from the California Home for the Terminally Cute (yes sinmix, your alma mater). I won't look up his 4-name moniker because nobody will remember it 10 years from now after his parents have invested his hard-earned royalties in real estate and with compounded interest he and they will never have to do a lick of work again. And I won't bother to look up the name of the woman who plays Will's not-as-long-suffering-as-she-could-have-been wife, because they cut her part too short for an Oscar.

Will's character jumps through a series of smaller and smaller frying pans, getting more and more depressing and desperate, as he tows this poor child behind him all the way. The 90 seconds of happy ending don't nearly make up for the 2 hours of suffering. And no easter eggs in the trailers, either.

Lots of familiar character actors in the brokerage, they made one of them look like a junior Donald Trump. And some gratuitous footage of Glide Memorial's choir which I FFed through.

This movie needed an original score - the sound track of random pop songs was spotty and left me wanting more. OTOH, an original score probably would have made the movie even more depressing.

Enuf already. I think I'll play some music to cheer me up. Songs of the Depression should do it.