Lists, memoirs, and the supernatural

• I want to spend less time hitting the refresh button on my stats, which I do in a kind of compulsive but unsatisfying way, and spend more time doing what I did before, which is read books.  To that end, I’ve taken inspiration from Ms Make Tea Not War who keeps a rather lovely list of books read and movies watched, and started my own list; it’s a rather sorry looking thing which will embarrass me into leaving my stats page alone, because I can’t tell people I read a lot of books and then say stuff like ”Well, there’s only one book on my list because I’ve been refreshing my stats.”
• I’m reading I peed on Fellini: recollections of a life in film, by David Stratton.  He’s a much nicer man than the title suggests and I’m enjoying it very much; his recollections are far more honest and open than I would have expected from his demeanor while giving movie reviews with Margaret on Sunday afternoons.  The story that’s sticking with me at the moment happened in 1944, when David was just three years old.  His grandmother loved movies and took him to see them with her four times a week and on one occasion while they were watching The Princess and the Pirate the naughty woman told him to pee where he sat so she wouldn’t have to take him out of the cinema and miss the ending.  I’m torn.  He loved his grandmother very much, so on the one hand her action seems like a five star rating for the movie, but on the other it seems like a story which told by someone else would be the reason he or she never went to the movies again.
• I’m about to watch Supernatural with Eddie.  It’s actually a little bit too supernatural for me, but not for Eddie.  Sometimes I have to walk out of the room, or watch it through my fingers.  But still, I watch.