You better open the door before I take a hammer to the walls around
Guest: We usually get that discount thing, from Orange Wednesdays. Aren't you doing that today?
Me: No, sorry, that's only on Wednesdays.
So that happened on the bank holiday. It's okay though, I'll answer dumb questions for double pay.
Things and plans and everything happening all at once again. Tonight is work but then I have two (two!) days off. I have been into the cinema every day, either to work or watch films, for the past two and a bit weeks. This is not on. Thursday is likely my last chance to watch Deception, but I think I'm going to revel in not going to the cinema that day. Thursday is also Changeling and Friday is Katie's birthday slash rawkus atsign waterfront. Saturday I start work at 12:30, and hopefully I'll be able to move my neck this time, but I'm not counting on it. I finish at half nine for possible evening drinking, but I'm making no promises there.
I tried spiking my hair up for a while but now I'm going for a short side parting which requires much less effort and generally looks better.
Yesterday I saw the director's chair screening of Before The Devil Knows You're Dead, which was so good that fully one third of the audience left halfway through. No, for serious it was actually really good, it's just that there were only six of us in there and one couple were clearly looking for something that required a little less thought. Before The Devil... is about two brothers played by Philip Seymour Hoffman and Ethan Hawke who desperately need money so they plan to rob their parents' jewelery store. It goes badly and things fall apart. This is not a happy film. I liked how the timeline jumps around. You'll get Ethan Hawke's movements from, say, two days before the robbery until two days after, then it'll jump back in time to follow Hoffman from three days before until the day of the robbery, then follow their father from the day to a week later and jump back and jump forward and jump around, jump around, jump up jump up and get down.
The jumps themselves could have been handled better. The changes flash quickly between the present and the past in an epilepsy inducing manner, but with the horror that was Vantage Point's rewinding of time still lurking in the depths of my mind, anything seems good by comparison.
Brainmind is talking about girls. Not gills, as I mistyped. Brainmind does not care for fish. In the near future I may let you hear what it is saying, but like most things in my life, no promises.
Me: No, sorry, that's only on Wednesdays.
So that happened on the bank holiday. It's okay though, I'll answer dumb questions for double pay.
Things and plans and everything happening all at once again. Tonight is work but then I have two (two!) days off. I have been into the cinema every day, either to work or watch films, for the past two and a bit weeks. This is not on. Thursday is likely my last chance to watch Deception, but I think I'm going to revel in not going to the cinema that day. Thursday is also Changeling and Friday is Katie's birthday slash rawkus atsign waterfront. Saturday I start work at 12:30, and hopefully I'll be able to move my neck this time, but I'm not counting on it. I finish at half nine for possible evening drinking, but I'm making no promises there.
I tried spiking my hair up for a while but now I'm going for a short side parting which requires much less effort and generally looks better.
Yesterday I saw the director's chair screening of Before The Devil Knows You're Dead, which was so good that fully one third of the audience left halfway through. No, for serious it was actually really good, it's just that there were only six of us in there and one couple were clearly looking for something that required a little less thought. Before The Devil... is about two brothers played by Philip Seymour Hoffman and Ethan Hawke who desperately need money so they plan to rob their parents' jewelery store. It goes badly and things fall apart. This is not a happy film. I liked how the timeline jumps around. You'll get Ethan Hawke's movements from, say, two days before the robbery until two days after, then it'll jump back in time to follow Hoffman from three days before until the day of the robbery, then follow their father from the day to a week later and jump back and jump forward and jump around, jump around, jump up jump up and get down.
The jumps themselves could have been handled better. The changes flash quickly between the present and the past in an epilepsy inducing manner, but with the horror that was Vantage Point's rewinding of time still lurking in the depths of my mind, anything seems good by comparison.
Brainmind is talking about girls. Not gills, as I mistyped. Brainmind does not care for fish. In the near future I may let you hear what it is saying, but like most things in my life, no promises.