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I was off today, and I decided that I would take it off, too. Despite waking up around 530am, I went back to bed until around 10am. I finally felt I'd had enough sleep at that point (or did I have a dream that bothered me enough to want to get up? I can't say for sure now). I logged into LotRO, and played for a few hours, levelling some crafting skills and doing some quests, until one of my LotRO files got fragged. This happens in WoW occasionally. It'll write to a file that I'm using (which probably isn't anything unusual), but that file will get fragmented. When that happens, my gameplay begins to skip more than a grade schooler playing hop scotch.
So, I figured it was time to defrag my computer. While I let it run, I watched the Black/Gass commentary track for Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny. I knew I'd enjoy that. Close to the end, Charles and April showed up. We went and saw The Happening at the Wolfchase Galleria. Let me say, I have an almost pathological dislike of malls, and it's still in full force. Damned kids with nothing better to do, hanging out, making life difficult for those with money and purpose to be there. Today's were a line of brats who sat behind us at the filming. They came in late, and wouldn't shut the hell up. They talked through the whole movie, and one of 'em kept kicking my seat. I'm never going back there again. As I reasoned it, theatres in malls suffer from the whole 'we're here anyway, let's hit a movie" syndrome, while a standalone theatre -- such as the Paradiso -- is an establishment where people have to CHOOSE to go see a movie. Sure, you'll get your random jerkass, but it seems folks are more considerate.
That aside, the movie was great. I loved the way it played out, and the message it conveyed was pretty darned spooky/thought-provoking, too. I am definitely a fan of M. Night Shyamalan. I need to see The Village one day soon. Coming home, we wound up ordering pizza and playing some Texas Hold 'em Poker, until Charles and April decided to disappear, and I realized I needed to get some sleep before work tomorrow.
In all this, I also managed to get all of my clothes clean.
Feeling kinda blah, though. I don't know if it's an aftereffect of the mall visit, or if something else set it off. It went away mostly while we played poker, but it's returning now as I unwind for the evening. I just get to feeling hopeless and unhappy and lonely sometimes, and only sleep remedies it.
Good night, folks.
So, I figured it was time to defrag my computer. While I let it run, I watched the Black/Gass commentary track for Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny. I knew I'd enjoy that. Close to the end, Charles and April showed up. We went and saw The Happening at the Wolfchase Galleria. Let me say, I have an almost pathological dislike of malls, and it's still in full force. Damned kids with nothing better to do, hanging out, making life difficult for those with money and purpose to be there. Today's were a line of brats who sat behind us at the filming. They came in late, and wouldn't shut the hell up. They talked through the whole movie, and one of 'em kept kicking my seat. I'm never going back there again. As I reasoned it, theatres in malls suffer from the whole 'we're here anyway, let's hit a movie" syndrome, while a standalone theatre -- such as the Paradiso -- is an establishment where people have to CHOOSE to go see a movie. Sure, you'll get your random jerkass, but it seems folks are more considerate.
That aside, the movie was great. I loved the way it played out, and the message it conveyed was pretty darned spooky/thought-provoking, too. I am definitely a fan of M. Night Shyamalan. I need to see The Village one day soon. Coming home, we wound up ordering pizza and playing some Texas Hold 'em Poker, until Charles and April decided to disappear, and I realized I needed to get some sleep before work tomorrow.
In all this, I also managed to get all of my clothes clean.
Feeling kinda blah, though. I don't know if it's an aftereffect of the mall visit, or if something else set it off. It went away mostly while we played poker, but it's returning now as I unwind for the evening. I just get to feeling hopeless and unhappy and lonely sometimes, and only sleep remedies it.
Good night, folks.
