I joined Netflix, again, and have "The Big Sleep" coming to watch tonight. One of my favorite Bogie and Bacall films and a fun twisty little mystery that even Raymond Chandler couldn't follow -- and he wrote it. There's an infamous story where Howard Hawks and either Jules Furthman or Leigh Brackett were working on the script (William Falukner also worked on it) and they couldn't figure out who killed this one character, so they called Chandler. He snapped that the explanation was in the book...then a few hours later called them back and said he couldn't figure it out, either. So rather than actually SAY who did it, they strongly indicated who they thought the killer was...and it worked out. Makes me feel good about my sneakily intricate style of writing.
I'll be watching it on my computer. I don't have a TV or VCR yet -- I left mine in San Antonio -- and actually haven't needed it, really. I've been so locked into writing RIHC6v2 my nights and weekend have been taken up. Now I'm kicking back for a little bit, I guess I need something to do...and reading is great but not for hours at a time. Not with some of the books I'm slogging through for POS.
Of course, I COULD just let myself be a workaholic and jump into the next book without thought. I'd get it done fasterish.