This morning I put in fresh contacts, but my vision was still blurry. Took out the contacts, then removed the old ones that I forgot to take out last night.

I'm about four years old in this picture.

Here's to growing older and wiser, and maybe, just maybe, less of a wiseass.

Suzanne's voice is still a wonderful blend of silk and steel. Her band was great as well. There was a good mix of old and new songs. Sometimes the show was moody, jazzy lounge, sometimes folk, sometimes rock. Great sounds and textures.

She began with Tom's Diner a cappella and ended her main set by performing a remix of Tom's Diner with the band, sauntering around the stage in a blue tunic, slim pants and spiky, shiny black boots. Sometimes she'd sport a black fedora. In between there were brief stories and other songs. In no particular order: Marlene on the Wall, Gypsy, (I'll Never Be) Your Maggie May, Left of Center, Blood Makes Noise (both songs with only bass accompaniment by Mike Visceglia), NY is a Woman, In Liverpool, a particularly luscious version of Caramel, Angel's Doorway, Frank & Ava, Pornographer's Dream, Luka, Unbound, Zephyr & I, and Ludlow Street. During the encore, someone requested Small Blue Thing and after teasing us about a "really old, really long song in a minor key" we were treated to The Queen and the Soldier.

It was a really good night. I hope she'll pass through town again at some point.

It's been about a week now. I've been bored for a while, and that is dangerous when it comes to hair. So far, so good.

Today I have a reprieve, then over the next few days I have book group, a book group discussion featuring my writing teacher's books, and a haircut which unfortunately is going to clash with this month's blogger gathering. Another free evening, then Saturday we'll see some friends who are passing through on their way to spend Thanksgiving with family. (T-day is next week, already???) And while they're only going to have a peek at our place, I've been in a bit of a panic about my lack of progress with unpacking and getting rid of things. So that's been going on as well.

And now I have two dates marked for holiday parties, with at least one more to be added.

The changes that have been made are relatively subtle; the film's Wikipedia entry provides details on what went into creating the final cut.

I still love the dystopian noir imagery - seeing the future cityscape of L.A. on a big screen, with the Japanese-tinged synth from Vangelis - an incredible, marvelous setting for the story. I also love that someone (Syd Mead) was credited as "Visual Futurist." Rutger Hauer is still perfect and chilling as the replicant Roy. And Harrison Ford as Rick Deckard remains quite compelling - as well as rakish, handsome and manly.

The book and the movie are separate creatures, but one thing is certain. No matter what Ridley Scott seems to think, Deckard is not a replicant.