Catching Up (Partway)
Jun. 25th, 2005 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustOkay, so: The quick down-low on Batman Begins is that I really, really liked it. That I consider it the only "real" Batman movie made thus far, and am therefore very happy I got to see it during my lifetime (though it’s not like I would’ve gotten to see it afterward, is it?). That I thought the cast was pretty much perfect, save for Katie Holmes, who is far too young and uncertain for the character she’s supposed to be portraying. But that otherwise everythng was ship-shape, above-board, etc.; there may yet be a longer set of musings, but not immediately. Probably not ‘til I see it again (which I definitely will).
Tonight was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agincourtgirl’s usual Cal-bonding visit, and because Steve and I didn’t get going until after 8:00 PM, we weren’t able to add film-seeing to our list of potential experiences—instead, we went to a local restaurant, ate a good meal, and got tipsy for the second night in a row. Actually I’ll revise that: TONIGHT we were tipsy. Last night we got puke-in-a-basket-type drunk on Mike’s and Sleeman Honey-Brown in the middle of our own living room, fell asleep that way, then thankfully woke up feeling more okay than either of us had any human right to feel. Probably not a habit to cultivate, but it felt surprisingly good at the time.
Cal was sort of crazy all day, but especially so around bedtime. I think his teeth hurt. On the other hand, we were finally able to make it up to Canadian Tire and buy those childproofing accountrements we needed, which means we must surely be only a week or so away (ha ha) from getting them installed. Probably the same length of time it’s going to inevitably take for us to ship some more boxes up to Mississauga and store the seven fucking boxes of jewel-cases and DVD packaging, plus DVD racks and CD towers, currently cluttering up our space—at which point I can think about getting around to really necessary stuff like cleaning out the kitchen cabinets of UGS, installing the type of garbage containers that hang behind cupboard doors in the kitchen and bathroom, storing all the cleaning products where Cal will never grow tall enough to reach them, etc. God damn, but my life is glamorous.
Post-Induction’s been pretty good to me thus far. My Mom’s scale say 168, while mine says more like 159; either is good news. A lot of peope have commented favorably about the way my waist looks recently, and all my pants are getting slightly roomy around the stomach and thighs. A guy yelled out at me on the street that I was "hot and sexy!" yesterday, but I think he was sort of insane: Most normal people don’t often walk around flexing their own muscles as though they’re participating in some invisible weightlifting competition, in my experience. Plus, he didn’t exactly seem to process that I was hotly and sexily pushing a baby-carriage at the time, either.
Hey, two out of six items covered! Time to make a new list.
Tonight was
agincourtgirl’s usual Cal-bonding visit, and because Steve and I didn’t get going until after 8:00 PM, we weren’t able to add film-seeing to our list of potential experiences—instead, we went to a local restaurant, ate a good meal, and got tipsy for the second night in a row. Actually I’ll revise that: TONIGHT we were tipsy. Last night we got puke-in-a-basket-type drunk on Mike’s and Sleeman Honey-Brown in the middle of our own living room, fell asleep that way, then thankfully woke up feeling more okay than either of us had any human right to feel. Probably not a habit to cultivate, but it felt surprisingly good at the time.Cal was sort of crazy all day, but especially so around bedtime. I think his teeth hurt. On the other hand, we were finally able to make it up to Canadian Tire and buy those childproofing accountrements we needed, which means we must surely be only a week or so away (ha ha) from getting them installed. Probably the same length of time it’s going to inevitably take for us to ship some more boxes up to Mississauga and store the seven fucking boxes of jewel-cases and DVD packaging, plus DVD racks and CD towers, currently cluttering up our space—at which point I can think about getting around to really necessary stuff like cleaning out the kitchen cabinets of UGS, installing the type of garbage containers that hang behind cupboard doors in the kitchen and bathroom, storing all the cleaning products where Cal will never grow tall enough to reach them, etc. God damn, but my life is glamorous.
Post-Induction’s been pretty good to me thus far. My Mom’s scale say 168, while mine says more like 159; either is good news. A lot of peope have commented favorably about the way my waist looks recently, and all my pants are getting slightly roomy around the stomach and thighs. A guy yelled out at me on the street that I was "hot and sexy!" yesterday, but I think he was sort of insane: Most normal people don’t often walk around flexing their own muscles as though they’re participating in some invisible weightlifting competition, in my experience. Plus, he didn’t exactly seem to process that I was hotly and sexily pushing a baby-carriage at the time, either.
Hey, two out of six items covered! Time to make a new list.
