30 Days of Film - Day Nineteen (incorporating wot I did in Cambridge
I currently have no internet, but thought I’d write this cos I know you are all breathless with anticipation to find out what I’m doing these first few days in Cambridge. I will post this when I get connected to the internet. (Actually it’s mostly to give me something to do in the evenings)
Sunday
So I moved in today. Got the last of my stuff in… I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do with everything. My flat is not so good on the whole storage thing, and I have rather a lot of stuff. My, my dad and my brother built my desk. It’s pretty awesome. My step mum sorted out my kitchen, cleaning and putting things in places and stuff. Oh and we built a pan stand (exciting). I unpacked a few things. In the evening we went to Frankie and Benny’s for dinner, and it seems to me that Cambridge is the place to come for excellent service. My brother ordered ribs that were *swimming* in barbeque sauce, which he found a little too spicy. He scraped most of it off, but still had difficulties. All my step mum did was say to the waitress “could you get him a glass of water, because he’s finding it a little spicy.” The waitress immediately went off and came back with a glass of water, a glass of pepsi, and then took my brother’s plate away and said she’d get him some more with less sauce, because he wasn’t going to enjoy it. And so a little later he got back some ribs with the barbeque sauce in a jug so he could pour on as much as he liked.
Normally you have to complain till you’re blue in the face to get that kind of thing.
Oh yeah, and asked me how old I was when I ordered alcohol and when I said I was 21 she gave the *best* reaction ever. I don’t think I can give it full justice. Dad walked me home and that was my day.
Monday
Slept like the dead last night. Good because I worried I’d sleep badly, first night and all. I guess getting four hours sleep on Saturday wasn’t quite so stupid. This morning we went to Tesco, and I rather took advantage of the fact that my parents were paying. To be fair, first shops are always expensive cos you need to get *everything* and I also needed to get cleaning stuff which isn’t cheap. And some flat bits.
After putting it away, we spent the afternoon in the city centre; wandering around shops, having lunch in a tea shop, watching people punt on the river, having afternoon tea in another tea shop and just generally doing touristy stuff. They went home and I lay in bed and watched Studio 60 for a couple of hours. I unpacked a few more things, and now just have piles of things I need to find homes for. Gonna unpack a bit more in a minute and then go and make a sandwich.
Tuesday
Well I seem to have the sleeping thing down pat which is nice. Haven’t left the flat at all today as I have been unpacking and rearranging my books and dvds all day. Because yes, I do need to have them in some semblance of an order and yes, I do keep an inventory of all my stuff and I had to add a bunch of things to it. But hey. I did spend about 4 hours sorting books today, which was possibly a little nuts, but once I’d pulled them all off of the shelves what else was I supposed to do with them?
I watched about two discs of Studio 60 and revelled in its awesome. I discovered I have nearly 70 CDs, 190 DVDs and 320 books. I’m not entirely sure how all that happened, but I am glad to books outweigh the DVDs.
I cooked my first meal in my flat which was a pretty scrummy stir fry, but since it was nearly midnight by the time I sat down to eat (those damn books) I think rat stew would have tasted nice.
The really pissing annoying thing about the day was that I found out that I can’t sign up for internet until my phone line gets activated on Monday, and from that point it will take about 10 days. I’m feeling pretty cut off now, especially as my mum and step dad are in Spain until Friday. At least I have my phone, although it is rather an exercise in frustration trying to do anything meaningful with it. And just to add insult to injury, Peep, the HTC twitter client is down, so I’m having to use the website.
I love my Dad, and he’s been great, recognising that I was a little bit overwhelmed and doing the Dad thing and getting things started and basically giving me the swift kick up the backside that I needed to start thinking again. He also saw how I was feeling a little lost at the prospect of them leaving, so has called me the last two nights to see how I was. The only thing is he is The Practical One, so when I was bemoaning my internet woes, he was all, well at least next time you know to be a bit quicker off the ball with sorting these things out. I couldn’t help thinking, “Well duh, but that doesn’t help me now.” When I said I was blaming BT for taking a week to flick some switches (seriously, they don’t even need to install a phone line, it’s already here) he said it wasn’t really their fault to which my response was “it makes me feel better” and he said it wouldn’t make him feel better because he couldn’t change it in the future, whilst my way of thinking was that if I said it’s all my fault, I would be spending the entire time sitting here thinking “why didn’t I sort this sooner. I should have sorted this sooner” when the fact is I couldn’t sort it until I was physically in the flat and knew my number, and that noone, of all the many people I know who have done all of this before, and especially those who were in the flat with me thought to say “it takes a while to set these kinds of things up maybe you should get onto that” since, obviously I should know these things by osmosis. I’m wandering from the point a little. What I mean is, the past is past, the fact that I should have sorted it earlier doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t. And whilst I’m sure we all learnt a valuable lesson for the future, the future isn’t here yet, so in the here and now it makes me feel better to blame BT for being ridiculous. Also, the lesson I’m taking away from this is “next time you move, sort stuff out sooner because BT are dicks who take a whole week to turn some stuff on.”
My brother has also been lovely, I think he worries about me which is really sweet, he rang me this afternoon, admittedly mostly to tell me he’d just bought a unicycle, but his first question was to ask me if I was ok. Not just the usual “how are you?” which, as my step dad always says, is a greeting, not a question, but “are you ok?” which implies you actually care about the answer.
Wednesday
Ok, so I admit the sleeping thing is probably more to do with going until I reach the point of exhaustion, but the point is I get an unbroken night’s sleep. I worked out this morning that my kitchen faces east cos I could see the sun rising when I went to get a glass of water early. Which means my living room window faces south, a fact I should have realised before because it gets the sun most of the day. So that’s nice. I left the house today, to go and give blood, but they couldn’t find a vein so I couldn’t. But the people were singularly lovely. So that’s good. I’m just about to go to an internet café up the road called “web and eat” (I like this name, it’s very… Ronseal, it does exactly what it says on the tin), because trying to reply to email on my phone is annoying and I need to send an important one to my boss. After that I may go on an exploratory walk, or I may go to the cinema, or I may just come home and play video games. Part of me is not looking forward to starting work because I’ll have to give up all this free time, whilst the other part of me just wants to see people at this stage. Maybe I’ll convince my mum to come up next weekend instead of the weekend after. Now I need to go and make a list of all the things I need to do at the internet café.
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Internet caféd out. Went for a little wander on my way back. The more I see the more I fall in love with this city. It’s just so… picturesque. So many amazing buildings. My road is just a road full of quirk. The houses have so much character. All different ages and styles. And some are fucking *huge*!
Cooking dinner now. Sausage and mash. Om nom nom
Thursday
Today I went exploring in town. I found Forbidden Planet, which is *tiny*. The whole shop is probably smaller than the downstairs of the Cardiff one. It does appear to be the only comic book shop in town, which sucks a little. Or at least it’s the only one I’ve found. I joined the local library which is good for two reasons: 1) it’s a library and 2) members get free wi fi access.
I also found out about various clubs and singing groups and stuff, so I’m going to see which ones I want to join.
The history of this town is amazing, you can’t throw a stone without hitting something that is over 100 years old. There is a sculpture thing celebrating the city’s octocentenary. 800 years, its unimaginable.
I also found a fudge shop that sells fudge that is to die for. Gorgeous. And pretty expensive. I’m going to get some when I get paid. Nommy.
Feeling a little lonely though. Just need to find people. Once I start work and join some clubs hopefully that will get better. And hope my mum can come and visit this weekend.
My feet are killing me now though. And I need to wash up before I eat. And I’m hungry. Ugh.
Oh yeah, and I started watching Sports Night. It’s really weird to see Aaron Sorkin writing half hour comedy. His style is so much better suited to 1 hour drama. Or drama with a large pinch of comedy. And the laugh track is weird. That being said, I really like it. I have no interest in sports but I really like the characters. And there is still Aaron Sorkin’s genius. One of the things I really love about it is that it only takes place in the studio and offices of the show. It brings a really interesting story telling style to it, because we never see anything that happens outside of the building, we are only told about it. It’s kind of like watching play.
So, Sports Night. Awesome. My feet. Hurting. Cambridge City. Fun.
Friday
Not much of a day today. Spent the day mostly watching Sports Night. I love Dan and Casey. The second season goes out of the building but only in interior sets. And then I went for a walk. And bought chocolate pudding. And then watched more Sports Night. Now I’m watching Tim Minchin. I think the lack of human contact is sending me slightly mad. One of the highlights of the day was discovering that my tv remote fits exactly into my slipper. And I invented the Chocolate Pudding Dance.
Still my mum, and possibly the rest of my family, is coming to visit tomorrow, so I’ll have people to *talk* to! W00t!
My baby brother had his first day at secondary school and doesn’t that make me feel old. I was worried for him because he was really worried, but he seems to have had a great time.
Also, I feel I should mention that I managed, err… three days before I caved and started reading fic on my phone. Maybe it would have been longer if I hadn’t started watching Sports Night. Still, thank god I get the internet on my phone. I’m not sure I’d survive if I didn’t. I can’t really explain how much I can’t wait till I can get broadband set up in the flat. Really.
Saturday
My mum, step dad and sisters came up to visit today. It was wonderful. Seriously, I just can’t explain how great it was to see them all again. I always thought I did fine with my own company, but it turns out that I do only when I can also see people whenever I want. 4 days without people to speak to face to face near sent me crazy. There were a couple of minor incidents; my mother really isn’t very good at map reading and has a slightly rubbish sense of direction, my step dad doesn’t know the area and was driving and neither of them were listening to me when I a) can read maps pretty well and have a good sense of direction, and b) know the area a little better and so could have directed them towards where they wanted to go a little easier. Also, I get the feeling my step dad doesn’t like the flat. Actually it’s more that a feeling, he said something about it that I can’t quite remember, and when I asked him what he didn’t like he wouldn’t say and got all pissy at me. I was trying to ask light heartedly, just to see his opinion, because, you know, I do genuinely care about the opinion of a man who has been a major part of my life since I was four years old. I don’t have two parents, I have four, and I want them all to be happy for me. It may have come out slightly defensively, but I didn’t mean it that way, and like I said, I care about is opinion, so if he doesn’t like my choices then I feel like he is disparaging my judgement. He already decided he didn’t like Cambridge much, that it was full of Hooray Henrys. Well, it’s Cambridge, what do you expect? I won’t deny that it’s a posh city, hell it has bespoke tailors on what feels like every street corner. But if that’s all you take away from it, I can’t help but feel you’re missing the point. I just adore the history of the place, it seeps from every pore of every building, you can feel it in the air. Ok, so that’s rather pretentiously poetic, but it just irked me. And now that he won’t say why he doesn’t like it, I’m left wondering, is it just because it’s kind of cluttered because it’s full of my stuff? Is it because he doesn’t like the area? The building? The flat itself? He doesn’t like that I’ve moved away? Is it because he’s looking at it through the eyes of someone in their forties with a mortgage and three kids (hmm and isn’t it telling I nearly wrote two), instead of through the eyes of someone in their 20s with their first real place? Is it because he thinks I’m being ripped off? Does he not like the fact that he wasn’t really involved in the decision making process? Is he still annoyed with me for not wanting to do everything his way when I moved in? I just don’t know, and it takes the wind out of my sails a little bit to think that the one of the most important people in my life doesn’t approve.
Woah. Apparently that was niggling at me more that I thought. I guess I’ll just have to ask him again and explain why it’s important to me.
All of that aside, I am so glad they came. Just so happy to see them. I didn’t miss them this much when I was at university.
Sunday
Why didn’t I think of this before? Seriously, and I didn’t even think of it. Couldn’t use my phone as a 3G tether for my laptop because the network had locked down those settings. Wasn’t until I was talking to a friend last night and they pointed out that there was probably an app to work around it. So today I spent an hour or so sorting it out so now I can access the internet on my laptop. And just in time to give updates on my first week at work in glorious technicolour.
Today was a boring day. I had a mini fry up (egg, sausage, fried bread) and fell asleep for about an hour afterwards. I started watching NCIS Los Angeles and I’m starting to get hooked. It’s certainly getting better, and Hetty is awesome. And they got rid of the Irritating Blonde Woman from the pilot (they even kill her off in a later episode of NCIS) so I quite like all of the characters now. Though Eric will never be as awesome as Abby.
I sorted out the internet (yay) and ironed all my clothes for this week.
I am absolutely *bricking* it for tomorrow. This is it, I’m about to start work for reals. With a big girls job. And I don’t get to stop for another 50 years. Its abso-bloody-fucking-lutely *terrifying* I just hope this first week I get to ease in gently.
TL,DR: I moved, I did stuff, I whined, I worked out how to get internet on my laptop via my phone.
Expect a full update on my first day tomorrow.
And now, without further ado:
· Day 19 - Favourite movie based on a book/comic/etc
Hoo boy. This is a tough one. Partly because my favourite comic book movies aren’t coming out for a while… (if I saw clips from them at Comic Con, I’m totally allowed to say that) It’s also tough because so many films are based on books/comics/etc. And you might not even realise. Right now, I seem to mostly be able to think of comic book movies, so, there you go. One that isn’t is Bright Young Things (2002) The Losers (2010) I’ve already mentioned. I was *this* close to picking Scott Pilgrim vs The World (2010), but I think I need to see it again before I can decide where it ranks.
So I’m deciding to go with
Iron Man (2008)
Why? Well, mostly because it was the film that got me into comic book movies and thus comic books. I’d seen a few various comic book movies in the past, but never been particularly overly impressed. But Iron Man had something special. It didn’t try to explain too much in an origin movie, it was well cast, it had a good plot, it had a sarcastic mainframe and an adorable robot. And because of that I watched Iron Man 2 and because of that I got psyched over Thor and the Avengers movies and because of that I started reading The New Avengers and because of that I got more psyched over the movies and because of that I had a much more enjoyable Comic Con and because of that I got even more psyched about the movies and hooked on comics in general. So I pick it because I can pretty much pinpoint it as the first cause of a trend that is likely to end up with me with a framed print of Captain America on my wall in the near future. And by likely I mean I really *really* want it.
Sunday
So I moved in today. Got the last of my stuff in… I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do with everything. My flat is not so good on the whole storage thing, and I have rather a lot of stuff. My, my dad and my brother built my desk. It’s pretty awesome. My step mum sorted out my kitchen, cleaning and putting things in places and stuff. Oh and we built a pan stand (exciting). I unpacked a few things. In the evening we went to Frankie and Benny’s for dinner, and it seems to me that Cambridge is the place to come for excellent service. My brother ordered ribs that were *swimming* in barbeque sauce, which he found a little too spicy. He scraped most of it off, but still had difficulties. All my step mum did was say to the waitress “could you get him a glass of water, because he’s finding it a little spicy.” The waitress immediately went off and came back with a glass of water, a glass of pepsi, and then took my brother’s plate away and said she’d get him some more with less sauce, because he wasn’t going to enjoy it. And so a little later he got back some ribs with the barbeque sauce in a jug so he could pour on as much as he liked.
Normally you have to complain till you’re blue in the face to get that kind of thing.
Oh yeah, and asked me how old I was when I ordered alcohol and when I said I was 21 she gave the *best* reaction ever. I don’t think I can give it full justice. Dad walked me home and that was my day.
Monday
Slept like the dead last night. Good because I worried I’d sleep badly, first night and all. I guess getting four hours sleep on Saturday wasn’t quite so stupid. This morning we went to Tesco, and I rather took advantage of the fact that my parents were paying. To be fair, first shops are always expensive cos you need to get *everything* and I also needed to get cleaning stuff which isn’t cheap. And some flat bits.
After putting it away, we spent the afternoon in the city centre; wandering around shops, having lunch in a tea shop, watching people punt on the river, having afternoon tea in another tea shop and just generally doing touristy stuff. They went home and I lay in bed and watched Studio 60 for a couple of hours. I unpacked a few more things, and now just have piles of things I need to find homes for. Gonna unpack a bit more in a minute and then go and make a sandwich.
Tuesday
Well I seem to have the sleeping thing down pat which is nice. Haven’t left the flat at all today as I have been unpacking and rearranging my books and dvds all day. Because yes, I do need to have them in some semblance of an order and yes, I do keep an inventory of all my stuff and I had to add a bunch of things to it. But hey. I did spend about 4 hours sorting books today, which was possibly a little nuts, but once I’d pulled them all off of the shelves what else was I supposed to do with them?
I watched about two discs of Studio 60 and revelled in its awesome. I discovered I have nearly 70 CDs, 190 DVDs and 320 books. I’m not entirely sure how all that happened, but I am glad to books outweigh the DVDs.
I cooked my first meal in my flat which was a pretty scrummy stir fry, but since it was nearly midnight by the time I sat down to eat (those damn books) I think rat stew would have tasted nice.
The really pissing annoying thing about the day was that I found out that I can’t sign up for internet until my phone line gets activated on Monday, and from that point it will take about 10 days. I’m feeling pretty cut off now, especially as my mum and step dad are in Spain until Friday. At least I have my phone, although it is rather an exercise in frustration trying to do anything meaningful with it. And just to add insult to injury, Peep, the HTC twitter client is down, so I’m having to use the website.
I love my Dad, and he’s been great, recognising that I was a little bit overwhelmed and doing the Dad thing and getting things started and basically giving me the swift kick up the backside that I needed to start thinking again. He also saw how I was feeling a little lost at the prospect of them leaving, so has called me the last two nights to see how I was. The only thing is he is The Practical One, so when I was bemoaning my internet woes, he was all, well at least next time you know to be a bit quicker off the ball with sorting these things out. I couldn’t help thinking, “Well duh, but that doesn’t help me now.” When I said I was blaming BT for taking a week to flick some switches (seriously, they don’t even need to install a phone line, it’s already here) he said it wasn’t really their fault to which my response was “it makes me feel better” and he said it wouldn’t make him feel better because he couldn’t change it in the future, whilst my way of thinking was that if I said it’s all my fault, I would be spending the entire time sitting here thinking “why didn’t I sort this sooner. I should have sorted this sooner” when the fact is I couldn’t sort it until I was physically in the flat and knew my number, and that noone, of all the many people I know who have done all of this before, and especially those who were in the flat with me thought to say “it takes a while to set these kinds of things up maybe you should get onto that” since, obviously I should know these things by osmosis. I’m wandering from the point a little. What I mean is, the past is past, the fact that I should have sorted it earlier doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t. And whilst I’m sure we all learnt a valuable lesson for the future, the future isn’t here yet, so in the here and now it makes me feel better to blame BT for being ridiculous. Also, the lesson I’m taking away from this is “next time you move, sort stuff out sooner because BT are dicks who take a whole week to turn some stuff on.”
My brother has also been lovely, I think he worries about me which is really sweet, he rang me this afternoon, admittedly mostly to tell me he’d just bought a unicycle, but his first question was to ask me if I was ok. Not just the usual “how are you?” which, as my step dad always says, is a greeting, not a question, but “are you ok?” which implies you actually care about the answer.
Wednesday
Ok, so I admit the sleeping thing is probably more to do with going until I reach the point of exhaustion, but the point is I get an unbroken night’s sleep. I worked out this morning that my kitchen faces east cos I could see the sun rising when I went to get a glass of water early. Which means my living room window faces south, a fact I should have realised before because it gets the sun most of the day. So that’s nice. I left the house today, to go and give blood, but they couldn’t find a vein so I couldn’t. But the people were singularly lovely. So that’s good. I’m just about to go to an internet café up the road called “web and eat” (I like this name, it’s very… Ronseal, it does exactly what it says on the tin), because trying to reply to email on my phone is annoying and I need to send an important one to my boss. After that I may go on an exploratory walk, or I may go to the cinema, or I may just come home and play video games. Part of me is not looking forward to starting work because I’ll have to give up all this free time, whilst the other part of me just wants to see people at this stage. Maybe I’ll convince my mum to come up next weekend instead of the weekend after. Now I need to go and make a list of all the things I need to do at the internet café.
…
Internet caféd out. Went for a little wander on my way back. The more I see the more I fall in love with this city. It’s just so… picturesque. So many amazing buildings. My road is just a road full of quirk. The houses have so much character. All different ages and styles. And some are fucking *huge*!
Cooking dinner now. Sausage and mash. Om nom nom
Thursday
Today I went exploring in town. I found Forbidden Planet, which is *tiny*. The whole shop is probably smaller than the downstairs of the Cardiff one. It does appear to be the only comic book shop in town, which sucks a little. Or at least it’s the only one I’ve found. I joined the local library which is good for two reasons: 1) it’s a library and 2) members get free wi fi access.
I also found out about various clubs and singing groups and stuff, so I’m going to see which ones I want to join.
The history of this town is amazing, you can’t throw a stone without hitting something that is over 100 years old. There is a sculpture thing celebrating the city’s octocentenary. 800 years, its unimaginable.
I also found a fudge shop that sells fudge that is to die for. Gorgeous. And pretty expensive. I’m going to get some when I get paid. Nommy.
Feeling a little lonely though. Just need to find people. Once I start work and join some clubs hopefully that will get better. And hope my mum can come and visit this weekend.
My feet are killing me now though. And I need to wash up before I eat. And I’m hungry. Ugh.
Oh yeah, and I started watching Sports Night. It’s really weird to see Aaron Sorkin writing half hour comedy. His style is so much better suited to 1 hour drama. Or drama with a large pinch of comedy. And the laugh track is weird. That being said, I really like it. I have no interest in sports but I really like the characters. And there is still Aaron Sorkin’s genius. One of the things I really love about it is that it only takes place in the studio and offices of the show. It brings a really interesting story telling style to it, because we never see anything that happens outside of the building, we are only told about it. It’s kind of like watching play.
So, Sports Night. Awesome. My feet. Hurting. Cambridge City. Fun.
Friday
Not much of a day today. Spent the day mostly watching Sports Night. I love Dan and Casey. The second season goes out of the building but only in interior sets. And then I went for a walk. And bought chocolate pudding. And then watched more Sports Night. Now I’m watching Tim Minchin. I think the lack of human contact is sending me slightly mad. One of the highlights of the day was discovering that my tv remote fits exactly into my slipper. And I invented the Chocolate Pudding Dance.
Still my mum, and possibly the rest of my family, is coming to visit tomorrow, so I’ll have people to *talk* to! W00t!
My baby brother had his first day at secondary school and doesn’t that make me feel old. I was worried for him because he was really worried, but he seems to have had a great time.
Also, I feel I should mention that I managed, err… three days before I caved and started reading fic on my phone. Maybe it would have been longer if I hadn’t started watching Sports Night. Still, thank god I get the internet on my phone. I’m not sure I’d survive if I didn’t. I can’t really explain how much I can’t wait till I can get broadband set up in the flat. Really.
Saturday
My mum, step dad and sisters came up to visit today. It was wonderful. Seriously, I just can’t explain how great it was to see them all again. I always thought I did fine with my own company, but it turns out that I do only when I can also see people whenever I want. 4 days without people to speak to face to face near sent me crazy. There were a couple of minor incidents; my mother really isn’t very good at map reading and has a slightly rubbish sense of direction, my step dad doesn’t know the area and was driving and neither of them were listening to me when I a) can read maps pretty well and have a good sense of direction, and b) know the area a little better and so could have directed them towards where they wanted to go a little easier. Also, I get the feeling my step dad doesn’t like the flat. Actually it’s more that a feeling, he said something about it that I can’t quite remember, and when I asked him what he didn’t like he wouldn’t say and got all pissy at me. I was trying to ask light heartedly, just to see his opinion, because, you know, I do genuinely care about the opinion of a man who has been a major part of my life since I was four years old. I don’t have two parents, I have four, and I want them all to be happy for me. It may have come out slightly defensively, but I didn’t mean it that way, and like I said, I care about is opinion, so if he doesn’t like my choices then I feel like he is disparaging my judgement. He already decided he didn’t like Cambridge much, that it was full of Hooray Henrys. Well, it’s Cambridge, what do you expect? I won’t deny that it’s a posh city, hell it has bespoke tailors on what feels like every street corner. But if that’s all you take away from it, I can’t help but feel you’re missing the point. I just adore the history of the place, it seeps from every pore of every building, you can feel it in the air. Ok, so that’s rather pretentiously poetic, but it just irked me. And now that he won’t say why he doesn’t like it, I’m left wondering, is it just because it’s kind of cluttered because it’s full of my stuff? Is it because he doesn’t like the area? The building? The flat itself? He doesn’t like that I’ve moved away? Is it because he’s looking at it through the eyes of someone in their forties with a mortgage and three kids (hmm and isn’t it telling I nearly wrote two), instead of through the eyes of someone in their 20s with their first real place? Is it because he thinks I’m being ripped off? Does he not like the fact that he wasn’t really involved in the decision making process? Is he still annoyed with me for not wanting to do everything his way when I moved in? I just don’t know, and it takes the wind out of my sails a little bit to think that the one of the most important people in my life doesn’t approve.
Woah. Apparently that was niggling at me more that I thought. I guess I’ll just have to ask him again and explain why it’s important to me.
All of that aside, I am so glad they came. Just so happy to see them. I didn’t miss them this much when I was at university.
Sunday
Why didn’t I think of this before? Seriously, and I didn’t even think of it. Couldn’t use my phone as a 3G tether for my laptop because the network had locked down those settings. Wasn’t until I was talking to a friend last night and they pointed out that there was probably an app to work around it. So today I spent an hour or so sorting it out so now I can access the internet on my laptop. And just in time to give updates on my first week at work in glorious technicolour.
Today was a boring day. I had a mini fry up (egg, sausage, fried bread) and fell asleep for about an hour afterwards. I started watching NCIS Los Angeles and I’m starting to get hooked. It’s certainly getting better, and Hetty is awesome. And they got rid of the Irritating Blonde Woman from the pilot (they even kill her off in a later episode of NCIS) so I quite like all of the characters now. Though Eric will never be as awesome as Abby.
I sorted out the internet (yay) and ironed all my clothes for this week.
I am absolutely *bricking* it for tomorrow. This is it, I’m about to start work for reals. With a big girls job. And I don’t get to stop for another 50 years. Its abso-bloody-fucking-lutely *terrifying* I just hope this first week I get to ease in gently.
TL,DR: I moved, I did stuff, I whined, I worked out how to get internet on my laptop via my phone.
Expect a full update on my first day tomorrow.
And now, without further ado:
· Day 19 - Favourite movie based on a book/comic/etc
Hoo boy. This is a tough one. Partly because my favourite comic book movies aren’t coming out for a while… (if I saw clips from them at Comic Con, I’m totally allowed to say that) It’s also tough because so many films are based on books/comics/etc. And you might not even realise. Right now, I seem to mostly be able to think of comic book movies, so, there you go. One that isn’t is Bright Young Things (2002) The Losers (2010) I’ve already mentioned. I was *this* close to picking Scott Pilgrim vs The World (2010), but I think I need to see it again before I can decide where it ranks.
So I’m deciding to go with
Iron Man (2008)
Why? Well, mostly because it was the film that got me into comic book movies and thus comic books. I’d seen a few various comic book movies in the past, but never been particularly overly impressed. But Iron Man had something special. It didn’t try to explain too much in an origin movie, it was well cast, it had a good plot, it had a sarcastic mainframe and an adorable robot. And because of that I watched Iron Man 2 and because of that I got psyched over Thor and the Avengers movies and because of that I started reading The New Avengers and because of that I got more psyched over the movies and because of that I had a much more enjoyable Comic Con and because of that I got even more psyched about the movies and hooked on comics in general. So I pick it because I can pretty much pinpoint it as the first cause of a trend that is likely to end up with me with a framed print of Captain America on my wall in the near future. And by likely I mean I really *really* want it.