It’s been a busy week since we got back from Vegas. I worked a 9am to 2am shift at an editing shop preparing for the show, which involved me sitting around for seventeen hours with not a whole lot to do but grab a tape for someone every hour or so, so I watched four episodes of Spooks as well as I, Vitelloni (perhaps a first time for that combination?), which still left me more than ten hours to read The New Yorker, work on some entries on Photobooth.net, and raid the well-stocked canteen for Snapples every few hours. I’ll be back again on Tuesday, with more British tv to watch on the laptop. We finally finished season one of The Wire last night, after the replacement DVD set came in. Anticlimactic, I guess, for the characters as well as the viewers, but it sets up season two nicely. With another seventeen hour day, I can knock that off before dinner…

Last night, Aimee and I stopped by Bar Lubitsch for a drink; it’s a new place on Santa Monica not too far from our house, and we’d seen it but never been in before. Nice place, huge vodka selection, strange theme: drinks called “The Lubitsch Touch” and “Ninotchka,” in keeping with the Lubitsch name, but with a Russian theme, odd for a place named for a German director. Oh well.

This morning, we went to LACMA for the first time today to see the Magritte exhibition, which we enjoyed very much. It was crowded, but I guess the show is closing soon. We’ll have to go back to see the permanent collection sometime. I went for a run yesterday and discovered after I’d started that it was 88° outside, for which I was totally unprepared. Not very February-esque, if you ask me.

We also caught Half Nelson today, the last of the nomination screenings for the year. Very well done, good performances all around. One more week to the awards; apparently, they’ll close down the first area streets beginning tonight, through next week. Should be interesting.