The 24th Day

I didn't do much all day, but at least the rain has stopped.

I watched YouTube all morning.

I took Otto for a walk, once I'd shaken YouTube. It was a warm, grey day. I saw one of my dog neighbours who I hadn't seen for the longest time, to the point that I was wondering if she was okay. She was okay. She hadn't been sick, or away, or any such thing. 

She laughed, and said, "I still walk my dog past your place everyday."

We walked our dogs together and I told her about Brun.

I put the wrong cream on Otto's nose and he wasn't happy. I used wrinkle paste, totally without thinking, which is meant for his folds, rather than nose balm which is meant for his nose.

Sam messaged me and told me to wipe it off his nose. "Don't let him lick it." Of course, Otto had licked most of it off.

As I was reading 'for external use only' on the wrinkle paste tube, Sam made one of his many Facetime calls that he made today, asking me if I had got it all off him.

Then there was a frantic search of the internet to see if I, had poisoned my dog, but the worst that could happen, if he'd only licked some off his nose, and not eaten the whole tube, was perhaps an upset stomach, but most likely nothing at all.

I ate spaghetti Bolognese for dinner.

I watched The 24th Day, with the gorgeous James Marsden and the gorgeous Scott Speedman. It wasn't so much a gay film, as a psychological drama. I liked it. I probably would have preferred James and Scott to do more gay stuff, as 'they' say, these two lads would have beautiful children together, but you can't have everything, hey.

Like Torch Song Trilogy, you can see the stage play genesis of The 24th Day. I kind of like that about films that are based on plays, you can actually see the stage production bleed through into the film, at times. I find it exciting when that happens.

I watched Before Night Falls. The story of a gay Cuban writer, I'd never heard of, Reinaldo Arenas, who struggled in Cuba with his writing and the authoritarian regime, eventually escaping Cuba. He died of AIDS in exile in NYC. You know that famous statistic, he was 45 when he died in 1990.

I generally don't watch gay movies that involve the death of the main character through AIDS, any longer. I generally look for gay films with 'other' themes, with diferent gay stories, because we're not just a one story group of people.