The bagels I had at nine o' clock Saturday night crawled out through my ears at three a.m. Sunday morning, or at least they tried, and that type of indigestion is only cured by sitting up and watching television.
Of course, I fell asleep at five, and woke up partway in the late morning when I heard the beginning of The Usual Suspects. "Oh! I love this movzzzzzzzzzz..." and I slept until I heard "The cripple! Which way did he go?" I hit rewind and watched the entire scene. I heard it described as a B + movie with an A+ ending.
It made me remember when Kevin Spacey accepted the Academy Award and gave a shout out to Keyser Sose. What a sweet boy, huh?
And then after waiting for Gary to awaken and then after waiting for Gary to prepare for the day, he and I watched episodes 4-13 of House of Cards, starring Kevin Spacey. We only intended to watch one or two episodes but he is just sooo delicious, and I get hurt if he doesn't lean in to the camera and confide his evil schemes to me often enough in each episode.
It took up so much of the day that I declared it Kevin Spacey day. SpaceyDay topped my list of blog topics. (I've discounted a number of blog posts the last few days, because I don't think you want to know about mucous cysts (shocking images), where the Galapagos Islands are (shockingly not by the Cook Islands), or the equally shocking Prophecy of the Popes (we're on the last pope now, FYI). I am so ashamed by those topics they don't even deserve Wikipedia links.)
So after we watched the last episode I trundled in here late at night to write up my Kevin Spacey tribute since I had spent my whole day with him. I checked CNN for some background noise. The 1980s Atlanta Child Murders? I switched to our public TV station and began to listen to some documentary on Johnny Carson while writing this post.
I was in IMDB looking for that link to House of Cards when the Carson doc really caught my attention. Who's that voice? The narrator? Kevin Spacey. Seriously. Freaked me out a little.