Sproing!
I Am Legend is about half of a really good movie, a quarter of an okay movie, and a quarter of an eh movie. And the reasons why a quarter of it struck me as eh are reasons that will make most people I know loathe it, from start to finish. So yippee, another blockbuster I can't discuss with anyone. That's rather sulky and pessimistic, but so it goes.
After many months of letting the dumb thing gather dust, I was going to use my treadmill this morning. Actually start exercising, trying to be sort of fit for the spring, all that good stuff. And somehow, while just sitting there, the ungainly hunk of junk broke. One side of the back cylinder on the conveyor belt part slipped out of it's groove, how I don't know, and I can't force it back in. I don't have a manual for the treadmill, so I don't know what to do about it other than shove it back into its hole. So phooey. There goes my dream of exercising while watching cartoons.
I'm going to make pancakes, damn it.
After many months of letting the dumb thing gather dust, I was going to use my treadmill this morning. Actually start exercising, trying to be sort of fit for the spring, all that good stuff. And somehow, while just sitting there, the ungainly hunk of junk broke. One side of the back cylinder on the conveyor belt part slipped out of it's groove, how I don't know, and I can't force it back in. I don't have a manual for the treadmill, so I don't know what to do about it other than shove it back into its hole. So phooey. There goes my dream of exercising while watching cartoons.
I'm going to make pancakes, damn it.