Today I woke up thinking two things:
1. Wow! I feel really motivated and like I could really focus and get a bunch of stuff done while Will is at school!
2. Wow! I have absolutely no desire to get dressed in regular clothes or sit in a regular chair today. That couch is seriously calling my name!
A conundrum upon waking is always a good sign for the day, don’t you think? Thank god for blanket nests on the couch and working from home because those are what allow me to be productive and stay in my pajamas.
The only problem is that now that I am ensconced in my blanket nest, I no longer want to work. I just want to curl up and sleep! Actually, this is usually how I feel about an hour into my work day so maybe it isn’t the blanket nest’s fault.
Over the weekend I was determined to turn this week into one of those incredibly productive “oh my god look at her go!” weeks. But between this being Will’s last week of classes, the pressure of having to get a ton of stuff done in the next seven days so that I can leave for Texas without feeling guilty and like I’m leaving my clients in the lurch eating at me, and it being a certain week in which I will no doubt really hate being a girl, I have pretty much decided that any sort of a regular schedule will have to wait until after we get back from Texas. Until then I’m going to do the best I can with what energy and concentration I can muster up. And really, that’s the best that anybody can do, right?
This weekend was spent happily lazing around in our pajamas (except for leaving the house briefly to restock our stock of snacks) watching the third season of Bones on DVD. I barely touched the computer and couldn’t be happier to have had a few days away to do nothing but veg on the couch with the fiance and the cat.
I thoroughly enjoyed the third season of Bones and now I kind of wish I had kept up with it this season. I like David Boreanaz so much better as Booth than I ever did as Angel!
There isn’t much else to report from this weekend. It was pretty much your awesome bag of lazy goodness! Everyone needs one of those weekends once in a while.
The title of this post is a phrase that Wil Wheaton frequently types when he writes columns about unintentionally getting old and having little patience for…whatever it is he has just discovered he has little patience for. I know it is a reference to something funny but seeing as how we didn’t get home from the Watchmen midnight release until after three this morning I am too tired to look it up.
So. The Watchmen. A seriously highly anticipated movie whose release date was assumed to be so drooled over that the theater down the road from my house had three screens open for the midnight release of the movie. Which, you know if it were Roseburg and there were only two movie theaters I understand but this is the big city. I can think of at least seven other theaters within spitting distance from my house that also had midnight releases happening. This meant that our theater was only about half full but for me? That was a pretty good thing. Will hates crowds and I have a really hard time not making fun of people out loud when they are unbelievably stupid. But we’ll get to that in a minute. First, the movie!
I liked this movie a lot. I haven’t read the comic yet so there were a lot of little nuances that I missed that Will pointed out to me while we were driving home and getting ready for bed that helped me to have an even higher appreciation for the story than I did while I was watching it. Obviously if you’ve read the book you already know the plot and the major action points, but if you’re like me and haven’t read the book I don’t want to go too much into the details and spoil it for you. That said:
I liked that there weren’t a lot of huge names playing the various roles in this movie. Obviously getting to watch Denny be a jackass badass (oh yeah I said it like that on purpose) was awesome1 and I enjoyed seeing that girl from Spin City and Son in Law (among other things) play the aged superhero who hates her retirement. I’m fairly certain that this movie will put a lot of those actors’ faces on the cover of US Weekly before too long.
The soundtrack to the movie? Kicks So. Much. Ass. I want it. I want it now.
There was entirely too much swinging blue penis in this movie. Oh my god, put on some pants! Even Will was like “okay, I know from reading the comic that he walks around naked but wow” to which I replied “that’s just too much Billy Crudup.” I’m going to guess (read: feverishly hope) that that was CGI’d in because a) I’d feel really bad if Billy Crudup had to walk around all naked with a bunch of special effects computer sensor thingies attached to his…little Billy all day every day on set and b) if they made a special suit for him to wear I hope he didn’t actually have to put…himself…into a specially dangling suity penis because that would probably be incredibly uncomfortable.
So yeah, the movie was fun. And awesome. And has a message. And kept very well to the time in which it was set and written. But the theater going experience? Um…
Actually the theater itself was okay. It wasn’t jam packed full of people like I had thought it would be and our theater was already open for seating when we got there (two hours early) so we didnt’ have to worry about trying to hold a place in line or dealing with being in a crowded (or not so much as it turned out) lobby for two hours and then running for seats. We picked our two favorite opening-night crowd seats (very back row right at the top of the stairs so that nobody could sit in front of us and we wouldn’t have to worry about people getting up and having to scoot past us every ten minutes until the movie started). Unfortunately we ended up sharing our row with this group of late teens aged boys (I say that because they talked about having to work so I’m pretty sure they weren’t younger than 16) who were… well let’s just say that even though the book I brought to pass the time was open I wasn’t reading it. I was eavesdropping. And having a really hard time not making fun of them to Will, which resorted in me making these quiet snoring 2 sounds while Will whispered “be nice, hold it in and put it in your blog in the morning.” Here are a few of the highlights from my two hours of eavesdropping:
How there was no way that Indiana Jones could survive a nuclear blast in a refrigerator because Home Depot hasn’t ever sold refrigerators that tough and an argument over whether George Lucas or Steven Spielberg should direct the next movie in the series because “you know there’s totally going to be a sequel to that.”
An argument about whether there were going to be any more Bond movies because they were pretty certain that Quantum Solace was only made because people enjoyed the first movie so much that they had to come up with more story for Daniel Craig to act out followed by an argument about whether or not James Bond was actually a series because one of them read on IMDB that Daniel Craig is signed up for more Bond flicks. I know the youngun’s might not understand about the previous Bond movies or even have noticed the books in the libraries or bookstores (especially given today’s teenage male’s propensity for avoiding anything that is not shiny, related to anime or featuring naked girly boobies on the cover) but how do you not notice all of the Bond movie sets on sale at Best Buy?
An argument about who wrote Good Will Hunting: Matt Damon OR Ben Affleck OR that old comedian guy OR Kevin Smith and whether it was the superstar Matt Damon who helped Ben Affleck get cast in Good Will Hunting or the superstar Ben Affleck who did his friend Matt Damon a favor and what was that movie about anyway?
A lengthy discussion of whether or not the literary genius of Dragonball Z would translate to film and how it should be made by the same guys who made the first Batman movie because Batman Begins was totally the best way to put the Batman comics on film and if they could get it right on the first try then they could totally do Dragonball Z justice.
A discussion of how George Lucas should have stopped the Star Wars movies after Episode three because those “straight to video” episodes 4, 5 and 6 just aren’t as well done and their story lines have been done, like, a million times already.
At one point I looked at Will and asked “is my hair on fire? Because I think my brain is boiling!”
I know that I’m a movie/television snob. I know that having majored in English Lit and worked in a bookstore for six years gives me some knowledge that others might not have. I know that I am smug and haughty and snarky (hello, it’s totally my Blog’s title for Chrissakes) but oh. my. god.
In conclusion: Yes, go see the Watchmen! Totally worth the price of seeing it in the theater. Just make sure you don’t sit near any teenage boys or your head might explode.
Apparently I have a very talented ass. I say this because last night somehow I managed to drop my cell phone into the couch. We didn’t discover that the phone found its way into the leg until it was time to go to sleep and I couldn’t find my phone anywhere so I called it from the house phone and the couch started ringing.
Yep, apparently I managed to shift around in my spot enough that I not only dropped my cell phone out of my pocket and between the cusions but I managed to move my cell phone down between the couch cushions and into the couch. It managed to smash between the platform thing and the foundation of the arm thing and wound up in the couch’s leg. But because it was so late I didn’t want to figure take the time to figure out how to get the phone out of the couch so I left it until the morning which is when I tipped the couch onto its back and slit open the under netting thing and then had to reach into the leg of the couch with barbecue tongs and blindly scrape the tongs all around the couch’s leg trying to grab the phone (which I could not see but called from the house phone again so I could figure out exactly where it was).
And then I accidentally flung the cell phone up into the top part of the couch with the tongs because apparently I do not know my own strength. But that was okay because we just tipped the couch back over and I caught the phone when it fell out and onto the floor.
Honestly I kind of wanted to just go to Sprint and be all “I lost my phone and need a new one” and get, I dunno, a Blackberry or something (whee! Blackberry! Want! Precious!) but my current phone is set to go off at eleven every morning to remind me to take my “no babies yet thanks!” pill and the idea of having to listen to the couch ring every day for an hour? Yeah. No. Barbecue tongs ahoy!
In other news, the visit was fun–I always like getting to hang out and joke around with this friend and his ex girlfriend’s sister was very nice too. We all went out to dinner and then hung out and talked until two in the morning while Will worked on his homework.
Two. In the morning. Yow.
By now you all know that I am not an easy sleeper. That whole being able to sleep soundly when there are people in my home who are not me, Will or the cat? Neeeever ever mastered it (which probably contributed to my crankiness level when the roommate was here). So it took until 2:45 for me to fall asleep. And then I woke up at 5 because someone’s phone rang and was awake for about a half an hour. And then I woke up at 8 because that’s what time we set the alarm. So, yeah, I only got about four and a half hours of sleep.
Four. And a half hours. Yow.
And surprisingly? I’m pretty upbeat today…though obviously not at my fighting mental weight or I could have made my “holy cow the couch ate my phone” story a lot funnier.
So this setting the alarm a half an hour earlier even though we are staying up as late as ever? Is kind of kicking my ass! This morning I ended up going back to sleep after Will left for school (to avoid the imminent terrible mood that was looming) and slept in until 11! Nosagudforme! Will likes the 7:30 alarm because it wakes him up gradually whereas because it is my alarm and right next to my face? I am woken up immediately and a little bit angrily by the sudden jarring noise which repeats every five minutes until Will says “okay, I’ll get up now” an hour later.
For the record? I also usually hit snooze for about an hour when I wake up so I know all about the whole easing into alertness thing but you know what? It’s not annoying when it is for me!
In spite of losing two hours of work time I still managed to clean the apartment (so that I wouldn’t scare away Will’s friend and his….companion), make and eat lunch, sort the mail and get a sizable amount of work done. Even though I know it isn’t the nicest thing in the world I’m kind of hoping to avoid playing tour guide tomorrow so that I can keep up this productivity level. Now that I write that, of course, tomorrow will be a plethora of distraction and time suckage. Because that is how my life goes.
In other news, I am getting way crochet-y again! I put it down for a little while but after talking about it on the phone with Katie yesterday (I got her addicted 1 to it) all I want to do is play with yarn!
- so hard not to make a crochet pun here ↩
Today I spent two hours on the phone with my friend Katie 1. I haven’t spent two hours on the phone in…um…hang on…I…cannot remember when I last spent two hours on the phone.
I’ve spent so much time caught in the dramarama that has taken over Will’s and my world that I almost forgot just how much fun it is to sit and talk on the phone with someone who is not a jerk! It was fun to talk and joke about just about everything from PMS attacks to yummy vegetarian food 2 to good books and terrible movies and writing and pets and the dramarama that took over Will’s and my life for a while to future vacations and a lot of everything in between.
This has more than convinced me that I need to be more social. I’ll probably be over this by tomorrow and back to my hermit nature…especially since tomorrow night one of Will’s friends will be staying here for the night so he can pick up his ex girlfriend at the airport on Wednesday (he’s bringing his ex girlfriend’s sister with him which should be SUPER fun).
Just now Will said this: “Okay, I guess I’ll just play WoW for a while. I really need a new hobby.” There is no limit to my enjoyment of that statement.
Right now it is only 3 in the afternoon but I have to say that I am greatly looking forward to getting to work tomorrow and being productive again. I’ve spent most of this weekend catching up on work that had to be set aside to deal with ex-roommate issues this past week. Can I just tell you how awesome it feels to know that that situation is almost over (as soon as we figure out what to do with the mail that keeps showing up for him.1
Our friendwho was supposed to spend a few days with us cancelled his visit but then re-instated the visit and then cancelled the visit and now it looks like he will only be here for Tuesday night. Thankfully we didn’t have anything concrete planned for while he was here (besides some serious Lost watching) so we’ve spent most of our time watching television. We finished the third season of Dexter and are now re-watching the first season of Burn Notice
on sale!
Our lives? Are refreshingly boring for this moment and I am really really happy about that. Also seeing Richard Schiff on Burn Notice has got me seriously jonesing for some Toby. I may have to watch some West Wing later 2.
