In every dream home, a heartache

My light-blocking curtains arrived over the weekend and I tried hanging them using a tension rod, but the rod refused to stay put and the curtains were a little heavy for it anyway.  The curtains seem to be doing their job, though it was not really sunny this morning.  I give them a B+ so far.  The tension rod gets an F for being difficult to install and subsequently not living up to its name, but it gets an A+ for supplying plenty of sexual innuendos when used as a subject of conversation.  I'm grateful for Fred Meyer's liberal returns policy so I can get a proper hanging device anon.

I had several friends over last night to watch Maps to the Stars, David Cronenberg's newest thing.  None of us especially liked it, but maybe none of us were expecting a satire.  The story had a lot of elements of Mommie Dearest and Flowers in the Attic.  He is one of my favorite directors but this was my least favorite thing I've seen by him.  I might give it another chance someday.  I think I'll just go ahead and see Scanners again instead soon.