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My goodness, Attack of the Clones is an awful movie. I hadn't seen it yet, and I figured I might as well, so I got it from Netflix. Good thing the TV is across the living room the long way, so I couldn't throw things at it. I did yell at it a couple of times, though. Poorly executed but interesting is one thing, but this wasn't even particularly interesting, and our hero and heroine had all the chemistry of wet cardboard. (Yes, I had heard all these things about it beforehand, but sometimes I like bad movies. This wasn't one of them.)
It used to be easy to figure out whether I was going to like a movie or not; way back in the days of Siskel & Ebert, if Ebert hated anything, I'd like it. Not so much these days, though.
It feels like it's been March for ages. The sooner it stops being March, the sooner it gets to be August. I keep thinking about packing, and then reminding myself that I'm getting ahead of things here; the current tenant in Brighton hasn't even left yet. I'm not going to tell my current landlady that I'm moving until I'm absolutely certain I have a place to move to. I'm about 90% certain right now, but I really don't want the other 10% to come back and bite me.
I should quit blathering and go outdoors. It looks like a nice day, and the laundry can wait until tomorrow anyway. And exercise is good for you, so they tell me. I hope they're right and I didn't join the gym in the NRB this week for the sake of fooling myself.
It used to be easy to figure out whether I was going to like a movie or not; way back in the days of Siskel & Ebert, if Ebert hated anything, I'd like it. Not so much these days, though.
It feels like it's been March for ages. The sooner it stops being March, the sooner it gets to be August. I keep thinking about packing, and then reminding myself that I'm getting ahead of things here; the current tenant in Brighton hasn't even left yet. I'm not going to tell my current landlady that I'm moving until I'm absolutely certain I have a place to move to. I'm about 90% certain right now, but I really don't want the other 10% to come back and bite me.
I should quit blathering and go outdoors. It looks like a nice day, and the laundry can wait until tomorrow anyway. And exercise is good for you, so they tell me. I hope they're right and I didn't join the gym in the NRB this week for the sake of fooling myself.
