I have seen two movies (The Village and I, Robot) in the last two days. I've not been to the cinema in ages. It was just grand.
I was expecting the good one to be the bad one and the bad one to be the good one. I, Robot was much better than I expected (I loved the Foundation series when I was a kidder) and The Village was pretentious nonsense. Oh well.
I even figured out the "twist". When is Shyamalan (spelling?) going to stop with the twists? It'd be more surprising now if he didn't bother.
Anyway, it's four in the morning and I'm not doing a great job of appearing literate. Lori wanted me to post, so I did, or I'd be in trouble.
And seeing as how in four weeks exactly I'll be a married man, it's good to keep the good lady happy.
Does anyone else think it's weird that I'm getting married? Because I do. I don't even acknowledge the fact that I'm not a teenager any more. My brain just doesn't like the idea much. I'm a kid who wants to be a rockstar, it thinks. Not a mortgage redemption guy who is getting a house, a wife and a car (thanks for that :) ).
I'm happy about it really. It'll be the best thing to be not lonely any more.
This was supposed to be a big emo post about the technicalities of missing someone, how it gets less obvious and more painful over time. But it just seems silly to try and think that much at this time of night. So you get a semi-coherent post instead. And you'll just have to put up with it.
Sigh. My eyes hurt. I'm off to bed.