Friday 6/1/2017 - Oh, Summer, You Finally Got Here, Turning Fifty-One & This Week's Wristwatches.

Six fifty-five pm on Friday evening and it's currently 35 degrees (95 F). I got home from work earlier, and peeled off my sweat-stained shirt. There's no air-con in my car, which makes the 20 minute drive from the train station particularly arduous. I had a ribbon of perspiration diagonally down the front of my shirt, where my seat-belt crossed. I hate that. 

Changed into t-shirt and shorts, then downed one Peroni longneck and am considering another. maybe I'll wait a little while. 

Summer has dragged its feet this year, but I think it's finally arrived. We've had some sweltering temperatures over the last week or two, even though there have been a few overnight thunderstorms thrown in, just to keep things interesting, I suppose.

                                                                                                                                                                                       

I started the week with the Omega Planet Ocean. Been quite some time since I wore this one. I've somehow managed to rack up a speeding and a parking fine in the past month. I paid the speeding fine a couple of days before it was due. I'm slipping. I normally pay them as soon as I get them, to get them out of the way. 

Anyway, The Planet Ocean is a great watch. Perhaps Omega's last best watch before the company's switch to in-house movements and the requisite hike in prices.

Not wanting to stray too far from the design aesthetic of the PO, I switched over to the Omega Seamaster 300 next day. I spent far too long messing with the bracelet on this thing. It has felt a tad too snug since the weather began warming up, so I added a half-link from another Omega bracelet to it and, surprisingly, it worked and I now have a slightly looser fit.

It was my birthday on Wednesday. They got me a cake at work. Some very rich and decadent thing with caramel sauce smothered over the top of it and multi-layered sponge filling. With a chocolate maccaroon delicately perched on top. 

Back on the home-front, my wife renewed my Movie Club Membership card for me. She also got me a couple of vintage envelopes from the 1980s because the addresses were typewritten and they were post-marked early '89, just before The Cold War started to thaw out and The Wall came down. I'll use them as bookmarks. Now there's a whole post subject right there. I NEVER dog-ear the pages of books when I read them. 

Thursday. Another hot day. Got home from work and reached for a beer. There was a small package waiting for me on the kitchen table. It contained a 50mm Nikkor F mount lens for the recently acquired Nikon FM2 that I got last month. I was using the lens from my Nikon F on this new camera and I didn't like the idea of sharing one lens between two cameras. This new lens' focus ring turns a little too freely, but this is no drama. The lens itself seems to be in pretty good condition. I loaded some film into the camera. We'll see what kind of results it yields.

Today, I switched to the Oris Diver Sixty-Five. Seen here with one of those envelopes my wife got me. 

It's now almost midnight. No, it didn't take me five hours to write this post. I took a break, had some dinner, then sat down to watch Django Unchained (Dir: Quentin Tarantino, 2012). With a running time of 160 minutes, I was a little worried that it would contain some long scenes, thus slowing down the pace of the film. I say this because I watched a little of Reservoir Dogs on TV recently and there was a long scene between Mr White (Harvey Keitel) and Mr Pink (Steve Buscemi) and I felt that some of the dialogue could have been snipped. I have the film on DVD, so I think I may have to sit down and watch it from start to finish. Haven't seen it since '92, after all. 

Must say I enjoyed Django Unchained. It moved at a good pace. A tad ultra-violent, but that's the point of this homage to spaghetti westerns of the '60's (with a dose of '70s blaxploitation films thrown in). Christoph Waltz and Jamie Foxx worked off each other nicely, and QT's writing has gotten sharper in the 20 years since Reservoir Dogs. 

Although, he's still excessive with the 'N' word and "MoFo". I ain't too PC, so it doesn't bug me, as long as it fits in the context of the story. But "MoFo" was bandied about a little too much. Besides, I'm not so sure this slang term even existed back in the 1860s in which the film is set. 

But hey, it's a Tarantino movie.

Okay, past midnight now. Still working on a couple of big posts. Might see if I can get a bit of them done over the weekend.

Thanks for reading and have a good weekend!

P.S.- What's the bet I re-read this post tomorrow morning and find all manner of spelling and grammatical errors?
Been happening to me a lot lately.