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Google thinks I'm a bot. Well, Chrome does, any road. Firefox thinks I'm splendid. I ran a quick virus and malware scan that turned up nothing and cleared the cache, but it's still pissily telling me that it's detecting unusual traffic on my network. But only in Chrome. I'll give it a longer, more complete scan tonight while I'm watching the DVD player. If it finds nada, then I can only assume it's related to the Internet outages we've been having for a couple of days now. I tried calling my ISP about it yesterday, but never got past hold, so I'm guessing I'm not the only one.
As I mentioned above, we finally hooked up the DVD player so that I could watch it while Roomie used my laptop during a storm in a bid to meet a creative deadline. It was nice to have noise from that side of the house again. The TV has been gathering dust since our ISP got out of the cable business a few months back. And it was nice to look at something other than a smudged, spotty laptop screen.
I watched Hereditary this morning. After all the hype about its profoundly-disturbing climax, I expected more, but what I found was bog-standard modern, pretentious horror. As horror, it was nothing special, but it was magnificent as a story about the effects of grief and the disintegration of a family. Toni Colette acted her ass off, and though there were a few moments near the end when she veered into the overwrought, the movie lived and died by her conviction.
What a waste of Gabriel Byrne. I bet he was relieved when he went up in flames.
As I mentioned above, we finally hooked up the DVD player so that I could watch it while Roomie used my laptop during a storm in a bid to meet a creative deadline. It was nice to have noise from that side of the house again. The TV has been gathering dust since our ISP got out of the cable business a few months back. And it was nice to look at something other than a smudged, spotty laptop screen.
I watched Hereditary this morning. After all the hype about its profoundly-disturbing climax, I expected more, but what I found was bog-standard modern, pretentious horror. As horror, it was nothing special, but it was magnificent as a story about the effects of grief and the disintegration of a family. Toni Colette acted her ass off, and though there were a few moments near the end when she veered into the overwrought, the movie lived and died by her conviction.
What a waste of Gabriel Byrne. I bet he was relieved when he went up in flames.
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