Cars and Monuments
I think I like living in the South. (If one can assume that southern Virginia is the south.) So Gonzo, the RAV4, has had a tire indicator light on the last couple of weeks, despite having decent air pressure in the tires, and when I went to check the tires on Saturday, I noticed that the treads on the front pair were seriously low. As in, completely-fail-the-penny-test low.
The last time we went to Jiffy Lube, we got kind of burned because they forgot to replace a cap or something and we ended up having serious warning lights flashing all over and it cost another $70 to fix what was essentially their mistake, so I figured I'd call the Toyota dealership which is just down the road. We didn't buy Gonzo from them, but I figure if anyone's gonna know how to service a RAV4 properly, it's a Toyota dealership.
Now. Every time I'd try to make an appointment at the dealership up in Fairfax, it would be a three week wait for a time that was decent. I expected something similar here - yeah, we're not in Fairfax, but I'm seriously tied into a certain time frame if I want to do anything without Andrew. (And sitting at a car dealership for who knows how long is not something I want to do with Andrew.)
You know what? They can see me tomorrow.
(I'm kind of loving the South right now.
In other news, we saw Monuments Men yesterday afternoon. For being a film with a lot of great actors, it sure as anything didn't seem to make good use of them much. It was too long and rambly in the beginning, with not a heck of a lot of dramatic tension. There were two excellent comedians who never really got to be funny, and two very good adventurey actors who never really did anything dramatic. And Cate Blanchett, who was awesome, but seriously underutilized.
At one point, Matt Damon's character steps on an unexploded mine. And our reaction: Eh. It's Matt Damon. I am not terribly worried that Matt Damon is not going to make it to the end of the movie. Now, if the nineteen-year-old German-American kid had stepped on the mine...oh, yeah, I would have been seriously worried, because let's face it, he's the WW2 equivalent of a Star Trek red shirt. (Also, the film's already killed off the only two non-Americans in the group, so killing off the kid born in Germany isn't that far of a stretch.)
But Damon? Eh.
To paraphrase William Faulkner, I think George Clooney, who both wrote and directed, didn't kill enough of his darlings. Or perhaps killed the wrong ones.
(We probably should have seen the Lego movie. Which is just sad.)
Writing meme shortly. :)
The last time we went to Jiffy Lube, we got kind of burned because they forgot to replace a cap or something and we ended up having serious warning lights flashing all over and it cost another $70 to fix what was essentially their mistake, so I figured I'd call the Toyota dealership which is just down the road. We didn't buy Gonzo from them, but I figure if anyone's gonna know how to service a RAV4 properly, it's a Toyota dealership.
Now. Every time I'd try to make an appointment at the dealership up in Fairfax, it would be a three week wait for a time that was decent. I expected something similar here - yeah, we're not in Fairfax, but I'm seriously tied into a certain time frame if I want to do anything without Andrew. (And sitting at a car dealership for who knows how long is not something I want to do with Andrew.)
You know what? They can see me tomorrow.
(I'm kind of loving the South right now.
In other news, we saw Monuments Men yesterday afternoon. For being a film with a lot of great actors, it sure as anything didn't seem to make good use of them much. It was too long and rambly in the beginning, with not a heck of a lot of dramatic tension. There were two excellent comedians who never really got to be funny, and two very good adventurey actors who never really did anything dramatic. And Cate Blanchett, who was awesome, but seriously underutilized.
At one point, Matt Damon's character steps on an unexploded mine. And our reaction: Eh. It's Matt Damon. I am not terribly worried that Matt Damon is not going to make it to the end of the movie. Now, if the nineteen-year-old German-American kid had stepped on the mine...oh, yeah, I would have been seriously worried, because let's face it, he's the WW2 equivalent of a Star Trek red shirt. (Also, the film's already killed off the only two non-Americans in the group, so killing off the kid born in Germany isn't that far of a stretch.)
But Damon? Eh.
To paraphrase William Faulkner, I think George Clooney, who both wrote and directed, didn't kill enough of his darlings. Or perhaps killed the wrong ones.
(We probably should have seen the Lego movie. Which is just sad.)
Writing meme shortly. :)