Sep. 26th, 2010

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As [livejournal.com profile] monshu and I set out on our quest for Feida mixed nut mooncakes yesterday evening (one of which we have just eaten), our ears perked up at the nearly-forgotten sounds of adolescent basketball on the parking pad. Sure enough, the "really good kids" from our beginning-of-summer drama were back. I went right up and confronted them. Ernie's pal spun some yarn about having permission from "the guy up front". I told him it didn't matter who told him he could play there, the condo association had decided not to allow it and he and his friends needed to clear off. Of course, it was only after several minutes of fuming at my neighbours on the way to the bus stop that I realised this was a lie. Neither Ernie nor Scooter was at home (which is the reason the pad was clear in the first place), and I couldn't imagine anyone else giving them the go ahead.

This morning we delivered a mooncake (red bean paste, no yolk) to Scooter so I had an opportunity to get the Rest of the Story. Seems his wife came home shortly after we'd left and found the kids trying to steal the hoop. "One was on the roof, one was on the dumpster, and two of them were standing on the ground, so they were trying to get it down." So he's going to get the "tall ladder" (if he can find out what happened to it) and take the damn thing down with Ernie's help--you know, as they claimed they had done back in June. "He seemed like a good kid. He's real polite. I think he just hangs with a bad crowd." Funny that. Kids you don't really know playing unsupervised on your property--how could that possibly backfire?
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I should know by now not to stay up past midnight unless I absolutely can't avoid it. Not only does it leave me listless and draggy, but moody as well. And if I am going to stay up too late, that's the time to post the food porn, because I won't feel like doing it the next day.

At least I did get the laundry done. (Shh! Don't tell my podiatrist(s)!) While it was in, we decided to dispense with another NetFlik that's been around too long and watched Mongol. A moderately enjoyable experience. Good acting, gorgeous scenery (duh!), but only a so-so story. It seemed to me the screenwriters omitted several of the more intriguing formative experiences of young Temüjin's life in order to fit in more scenes of him captive and brooding. I found it particularly odd that the final unification of the Mongols is dealt with in a footnote.

Overall, the effect was to present Chinggis Khan as a lone wolf and minimise his skill as a politician and strategist. It's not really explained how he keeps getting people to help him out given that he seems to spend most of the film running from someone who is trying to kill him and generally being not the least bit bad-ass. (In fact, one of the most significant figures historically--his father's sworn brother Toghrul--is omitted entirely.) Speaking of bad-ass, his mother totally was and it's another unfortunate decision that she falls off the earth halfway through the movie. At least his chief wife gets her due (and then some, I suspect).

For dinner, we had roast beef. I convinced [livejournal.com profile] monshu to brine it, and that turned out to be a mistake. (At least the way we did it. I'm not convinced a shorter brining time wouldn't have achieved the effect we wanted, but I'm not willing to gamble on it. Next time, I'll just Sauerbraten that sucker.) At least we had tasty gravy and horseradish sauce to make it go down easy.

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