This past week has been incredibly slow at work. BossLady went on vacation and left Intern T, Intern S, and I each a list of things to get done. I was done with my list on Tuesday. The rest of the week was spent helping out the education department and reading plays that live in the Library and rest tantalizingly close to my desk, by my ear.
Yesterday was not the best day, all told. I sealed envelopes for two hours and then walked home and after checking the car for something Dad was looking for, promptly shut and locked the door with my keys inside. Following the wise advice of the Ps, I called AAA and they sent a locksmith to help me. He came on time, but spent the entire time staring at me. He shoved the coat-hanger-y thing down the window while staring at me, opened the door while staring at me, and handed me my keys while staring at me. It was very weird and uncomfortable, and our conversation, while excellent future story fodder, was even stranger:
Him: (seeing my license plate) Are you on vacation or do you live here?
Me: I work here. I have a summer internship.
Him: That's cool.
Me: It's a little too hot here for my taste.
Him: It's like deer.
Me: What?
Him: It's like deer. Their blood gets thicker up north. I bet you could get heat stroke in ten minutes easy.
Me: You're...probably right.
Him: Here you go. (hands me the keys)
Me: Thanks.
Him: (very suggestive) You have a nice day.
Me: You too. (scurries back inside)
Last night I watched the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics and got excited about the US team's outfits, Sergei Bubka, and the fact that the last opening ceremony I watched was in a motel in Nebraska on the way to (or back from?) The Cabin.
Tonight we're having a games night get-together for the last Saturday that Flatmate H and I will be in town. Intern T's boyfriend is visiting, so we'll get to meet him before they go gallivanting off to their evening plans.
This week will be strange. I can already tell. After I wrap up one major project on Monday (I was going to do it today, but the place I was supposed to get photos from was closed), I'll probably be given day-to-day office work until I leave for Colorado a week from today.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
I've seen two movies in the past two days.
Yesterday was my day off and I celebrated by doing what I normally do: driving to the farthest possible movie theater and seeing something ridiculous (see: Sex and the City) or beautifully filmed and well plotted (see: The Fall). After much internal debate during which time I decided that Mamma Mia was too ridiculous to spend seven dollars on, even for me, I opted on The X-Files movie.
Three Things:
1) I've never seen the series, so I don't really know what I'm talking about, but I know about Mulder and Scully's Josh-and-Donna relationship and this is exactly the kind of sequel I would have envisioned for them.
2) This movie raised a lot of ethical questions and then didn't harp on finding answers to them, which was pretty classy, if I say so myself.
3) Creeeepy, with the severed limbs and the dogs and especially the pool scene oh my God.
3a) WEST VIRGINIA = BAD NEWS
Then, today, just now in fact, I saw the movie I've been waiting all summer to see. That's right. Brideshead Revisited. Intern N, Intern T, Intern A2, Intern J and I went to see it. It was the perfect group, because we're all mature enough to handle complex plots, which, love them as I do, not all of my new friends here are capable of. Afterwards, Intern N (who LOVED IT; yay!) said that he intended to read the book. I told him to go for it, but to expect a lot less kissing and a lot more religious angst.
On that note,
Three Things:
1) I would like to disagree with whichever reviewer it was (the New York Times?) who likened the lead actor, Matthew Goode, to a piece of asparagus. If he was at any time inert (I only noticed hints of inertia in the last twenty minutes), it was only because his character was.
2) Gorgeous. Everything. Everything but Emma Thompson's teeth. Very British, those. White though, which was good. Nonetheless, she was beautiful in the movie (evil but beautiful) and she's aged well.
2a) Ben Whisaw? Awesome. Hayley Atwell? SMOKING HOT. Seriously, none of us who went would be interested in her on an ordinary day, but were I suddenly plonked in the middle of the film (or Line of Beauty, for that matter, which she was also in), Charles wouldn't be the only character dabbling in sexual confusion.
3) The edits that were made were perfect. It was streamlined and, although there was of course a certain point of view that this director was aiming for, it was pretty darn faithful to the spirit of the book.
3a) Still: not enough Anthony Blanche.
Yesterday was my day off and I celebrated by doing what I normally do: driving to the farthest possible movie theater and seeing something ridiculous (see: Sex and the City) or beautifully filmed and well plotted (see: The Fall). After much internal debate during which time I decided that Mamma Mia was too ridiculous to spend seven dollars on, even for me, I opted on The X-Files movie.
Three Things:
1) I've never seen the series, so I don't really know what I'm talking about, but I know about Mulder and Scully's Josh-and-Donna relationship and this is exactly the kind of sequel I would have envisioned for them.
2) This movie raised a lot of ethical questions and then didn't harp on finding answers to them, which was pretty classy, if I say so myself.
3) Creeeepy, with the severed limbs and the dogs and especially the pool scene oh my God.
3a) WEST VIRGINIA = BAD NEWS
Then, today, just now in fact, I saw the movie I've been waiting all summer to see. That's right. Brideshead Revisited. Intern N, Intern T, Intern A2, Intern J and I went to see it. It was the perfect group, because we're all mature enough to handle complex plots, which, love them as I do, not all of my new friends here are capable of. Afterwards, Intern N (who LOVED IT; yay!) said that he intended to read the book. I told him to go for it, but to expect a lot less kissing and a lot more religious angst.
On that note,
Three Things:
1) I would like to disagree with whichever reviewer it was (the New York Times?) who likened the lead actor, Matthew Goode, to a piece of asparagus. If he was at any time inert (I only noticed hints of inertia in the last twenty minutes), it was only because his character was.
2) Gorgeous. Everything. Everything but Emma Thompson's teeth. Very British, those. White though, which was good. Nonetheless, she was beautiful in the movie (evil but beautiful) and she's aged well.
2a) Ben Whisaw? Awesome. Hayley Atwell? SMOKING HOT. Seriously, none of us who went would be interested in her on an ordinary day, but were I suddenly plonked in the middle of the film (or Line of Beauty, for that matter, which she was also in), Charles wouldn't be the only character dabbling in sexual confusion.
3) The edits that were made were perfect. It was streamlined and, although there was of course a certain point of view that this director was aiming for, it was pretty darn faithful to the spirit of the book.
3a) Still: not enough Anthony Blanche.
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