Cobra Verde, Drugs, Babies, Chests

I watched Cobre Verde last night after cleaning the bathroom and kitchen. It was interesting to see this film after viewing Rescue Dawn because in my opinion there are some pretty disturbing scenes - the caning/whipping of slaves and then the flock of disabled people who arrive at the end. Herzog said in the commentary that if he were to re-do the film he'd omit the close up on the polio-stricken man on the beach because it is crude. However, he wouldn't get rid of the disabled people because to him it signified the crippling of slavery. And Herzog loves the scene where the man on crutches waddles to the stairs only to stop right at the bottom of them and just stare. It was a really beautiful scene, and like he said, totally unnecessary to the plot. Prior to hearing him explain the inclusion of these scenes I was making comparisons to Crispin Glover's What is it? and was wondering if thats why Glover and Herzog are friendly. As usual Klaus Kinski was amazing. Apparently Kinski was completely insane by this point in his life, and filming was brutal with him. It was his last film with Herzog before he died a few years later. He lives on in Natasha (har har).

I had my quarterly appointment with douche-man psychiatrist today to get my fluoxetine refilled. I really abhor this dude. Every time I go I have to wait at least an hour, and he never apologizes or acknowledges how late he is. Then I see him for 2 seconds, get my refill, and leave. Why can't he just let me come once a year? I got him to let me wait until December so I guess that helps. If I had to see him more I'd switch people, but the irritation of my PPO combined with how little I have to interact with this dork makes it not worth the trouble. So reader, be assured I'm going to be medicated the next five months and mostly anxiety-free. Woot.

After the appointment I popped into Macy's to buy my coworker a baby outfit for his first child that was born last week. Then I walked across the hall to Bra Land and restocked after the death of Ole Glory last week. I felt strange carrying infant clothes and bras in the same bag, which is a totally stupid thing to feel odd about.