bother the bed
Friday, 17 June 2005 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtAaargh! that was a truly, truly horrible night. Having returned footsore and exhausted from a rather fun SCA dance event (badly underattended, she says, looking sternly at the errant Shire), I collapsed at 11pm and.... didn't get to sleep until around 3.30. Sleepage attempts included a brief doze productive of very, very vivid nightmares (including one in which I was lying awake in my bedroom watching the darkened room pulse in a pattern of red-green-green, and another in which the wall and bed collapsed, leaving me looking for vital bits of paper amid the rubble). Self-dosage with Sinutab didn't even touch sides. Also, I ached all over, all night. I'm not sure if this was faint but pursuing 'flu symptoms, too much dancing, the after-effects of the lingering Finland bruised butt, or the natural entropy of my mattress, which is very old and tired. Probably a combination of all of the above. Not fun, anyway. *moves new mattress up the To Acquire priority list, once more knocking new TV to the bottom, sigh*.
However, either the shattered visage I presented to the world this morning was obvious enough to get me cosmic brownie points, or people are simply a lot nicer than I rather pessimistically expect. Freeze frame at 10.21 this morning had me poised in front of the metre on a miraculously-free parking space in Claremont, discovering that my pay card contained precisely R0.03, while a short and bulldog-framed traffic policewoman breathed menacingly up my neck. I was about to surrender and move the car, when a sprightly thirty-something lady bounced up next to me and cheerfully swiped her own pay card past the metre for an hour's worth of parking. Refusing all repayment, she toddled cheerfully off to spread sweetness and light to some other fortunate corner of town. The policewoman retired, balked and cursing. I drifted onward, achieving woolly tights, photocopying and the successful swopping of Book 5 of Lemony Snicket, which I bought on Wednesday only to discover I already own, for Book 8, which I don't, in an aura of zenlike completion and calm. It is a pleasing and humbling thing, to contemplate the temporary union and community of all creatures in the face of potential parking tickets.
The New York Times is reviewing both Batman Returns and Howl's Moving Castle in highly approving terms, which is a Good Sign, TM. They amuse me, though - the newspaper has this slightly old-world, pedantic habit of referring to all actors, writers or directors as "Mr. X" or "Ms. Y", so Batman Begins stars Mr. Bale and Ms. Holmes, the latter of whom is entertainingly described as an "infernally perky actress, whose recent off-screen antics have threatened to eclipse this unexpectedly good movie". Heh. The best thing about the current Katie Holmes/Tom Cruise imbecilities is that my one-woman I Hate Tom Cruise club is attracting numerous new members.
However, either the shattered visage I presented to the world this morning was obvious enough to get me cosmic brownie points, or people are simply a lot nicer than I rather pessimistically expect. Freeze frame at 10.21 this morning had me poised in front of the metre on a miraculously-free parking space in Claremont, discovering that my pay card contained precisely R0.03, while a short and bulldog-framed traffic policewoman breathed menacingly up my neck. I was about to surrender and move the car, when a sprightly thirty-something lady bounced up next to me and cheerfully swiped her own pay card past the metre for an hour's worth of parking. Refusing all repayment, she toddled cheerfully off to spread sweetness and light to some other fortunate corner of town. The policewoman retired, balked and cursing. I drifted onward, achieving woolly tights, photocopying and the successful swopping of Book 5 of Lemony Snicket, which I bought on Wednesday only to discover I already own, for Book 8, which I don't, in an aura of zenlike completion and calm. It is a pleasing and humbling thing, to contemplate the temporary union and community of all creatures in the face of potential parking tickets.
The New York Times is reviewing both Batman Returns and Howl's Moving Castle in highly approving terms, which is a Good Sign, TM. They amuse me, though - the newspaper has this slightly old-world, pedantic habit of referring to all actors, writers or directors as "Mr. X" or "Ms. Y", so Batman Begins stars Mr. Bale and Ms. Holmes, the latter of whom is entertainingly described as an "infernally perky actress, whose recent off-screen antics have threatened to eclipse this unexpectedly good movie". Heh. The best thing about the current Katie Holmes/Tom Cruise imbecilities is that my one-woman I Hate Tom Cruise club is attracting numerous new members.
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Batman Begins
Date: Friday, 17 June 2005 01:38 pm (UTC)Excellent cast, many playing agains type - Gary Oldman as a good, sane cop, Liam as Sith, etc. Apart from the future Mrs Cruise, who didn't do much for me. R was happy with the shirtless Bale quotient.
A world away from the last one, praise be - "Mr Freeze" shudder!
"One woman"? Are you kidding?
Date: Tuesday, 21 June 2005 03:06 pm (UTC)Delighted to hear Gary Oldman isn't doing the same old evil schtick. Still wish they could have cast Jake Gyllenhall, though, and as for Ms Holmes - pah!
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