I've got a set of Klipsch ProAudio 4.1 (4 satellites and one sub woofer) speakers and really like them. So I've been bidding on 2.1 systems (2 satellites and the sub woofer) on eBay for awhile, and finally won an auction at a great price. It just takes some patience. They showed up on my doorstep Friday, so now I have a smaller set for the other computer. The sub woofer fits nicely into the TV stand. Sounds terrific!

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I clicked an advertising link somewhere (Gmail?), and ended up at the Coffee Fool. I ordered a 2.25 lb bag of French Roast (which turned out to really be three 12 oz bags). That package arrived Saturday, so I had some awesome freshly-roasted (by them) and freshly-ground (by me) coffee this morning.

I picked some new DVDs on the way home from work Friday. Among them was 21 Grams, which was on sale for $6.99, so I figured I'd take a chance. I thought it was really good. It's done in the Quentin Tarantino "all the scenes are out of order" style, which was a good way to tell the story. It's about three families. One is a man and his wife. The man (Sean Penn) is a college professor and a long-time smoker who is close to death from heart failure. He's weak, coughs and gasps, and drags around an oxygen tank to help him breath. He's on the transplant list for a new heart. His wife wants nothing more than to get pregnant by him before he dies. In the second family, the father (Benicio Del Toro) is an ex-con that has spent more time in jail than out, but has reformed and is working in a church, spreading the gospel, and helping kids that are heading toward the same kind of trouble he's been in. He and his wife have two young children. The mother in the third family (Naomi Watts) seems to be a typical housewife. She and her husband have two young daughters, and they seem to have an ideal life until the ex-con accidentally runs over her husband and daughters while they're out walking. Both of the little girls are killed, and the father ends up brain dead. The wife consents to organ donation, and her husband's heart ends up being transplanted into the college professor. The ex-con turns himself in for the hit-and-run and goes to jail, but is later released. The college professor recovers and hires a private detective to find the donor family. The detective gives him information not only about the donor and his widow, but also about the ex-con. Most of the movie is about the relationship that develops between these three main characters.

They say we all lose 21 grams... at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost? When do we lose 21 grams? How much goes with them? How much is gained? How much is gained? Twenty-one grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much did 21 grams weigh?

Kiss the Bride is about a dysfunctional family of four sisters. One of the sisters still lives in the same hometown as her parents, and is about to be married. The other three sisters return to the hometown for the wedding, and the movie is all about the things that happen in the days leading up to the wedding. Funny and light-hearted, a little sappy, but not too bad.

I also picked up Premonition. As far as I'm concerned, anything with Sandra Bullock can't be bad. This is a new movie, and I'd heard of it, but didn't have an idea what it was about. The story is about Linda Hanson (Bullock). The movie opens as she and her new husband buy a house and start their life together. Then it quickly cuts to later, when they've got two daughters, aged about 7 and 10. Her husband goes on an overnight business trip, and on the day he's supposed to return, a police officer appears at her door to inform her that there's been a car accident, and her husband is dead. She reacts as you'd expect. She has to tell her daughters the news after school, and her mother shows up to help her. After a long, difficult day, she finally falls asleep. When she wakes up the next day, an observant viewer notices that some things are different. She's not on the couch hugging the picture of her husband, she's in her upstairs bedroom. She knocks on the guest room door and calls out to her mom, but there's no answer, and the bed in the guest room looks unslept-in. She goes downstairs and ... finds her husband eating breakfast. After quietly freaking out, she decides that the whole previous day was a bad dream of some kind. That is, until the FOLLOWING day, when all her family and friends are gathered for the funeral. Days in these two parallel worlds begin to alternate, and she starts putting some order to them, finally determining that the days in which her husband is alive are in the fact the week before his death, and if she does things correctly, maybe she can prevent his death before everybody around her thinks she's totally insane.

This morning at church, I got the honor of assisting with the baptism of Lucky Lisa, who is now a member of the church I attend. Congratulations on both counts, Lisa!

It's been hitting the 100 degree mark here in north Texas. Electric bills soar while we stay indoors and enjoy the air conditioning. That's my weekend report. Back to work tomorrow. [whip crack]