12.18.02
So I foolishly waited until opening night of The Two Towers to get my ticket. Apparently, there were 25 tickets left and the doors open at 6pm. I get in line and it looks like I'm going to be ok to get one of those 25 tickets. Then comes the announcement that there's only 5 tickets left and who's the 5th person away from the counter? That would be me. But then what does Ryan discover? That a guy two spots ahead of me is buying TWO ticktes. So what does that mean? Ryan's shit out of luck is what that means.But wait! The guy ahead of me turns around and tells me that he has to get one for him AND his girlfriend, and seeing as there's only one ticket left he tells me that I can have it. In other words, The Bad Luck gods took pity on me and allowed me to see the movie on opening night.
I felt triumphant. Why? I don't know but I avoided not gloating and basically taunting those behind me in line. I know it would have led to violence or something.
After 2 hours of waiting in the theatre the movie finally starts. After 3 hours of movie watching the movie finally ends. I am throroughly entertained, very grateful to have gotten a ticket so I could watch the movie with friends, and got to see Mr. Fiset as well.
I didn't think the movie was as good as the first one but I really enjoyed this one in any case. There were some amazingly great scenes but there were also a number of parts I wasn't overly keen on, some dialogue that was on the lame side, and some CG stuff that didn't tickle my fancy either.
But I'll definitelty be going to see it again. I'm not going to get hung up on the movie not being 100% accurate to the book. It's impossible to do. Books don't necessarily translate well word-for-word and scene-to-scene in a movie. The pacing has to be different in some cases and that's where filmmakers need to take creative license. It would be nice if they could be absolutely true to Tolkien's work but Peter Jackson did a fantastic job with both movies as far as I'm concerned.
12.17.02
Tonight we had the annual viewing of A Christmas Story but this year was a little more involved. We packed the living room with people and hopefully we can do the same thing next year.
That has to be the best Christmas movie ever. It's beyond classic and it's funny as hell. When the widesceen DVD comes out I need to buy it so I can watch my very own copy every year.
12.11.02
Philadelphia Spinach Dip, Wheat Thins, and turnip sticks.
12.09.02
The power went out early Sunday morning. Last night I reset my alarm clocks to the exact same time, and the alarms 10 mins apart. This morning I awoke to my first alarm which blasts out crackling CBC radiowaves. For the first time in over a week I remember actually turning off the alarm. Lately I don't even remember doing it and have been oversleeping.
The problem with this is the fact that I shut the alarm completely off, and don't use the snooze button. I discovered the reason why this morning. My snooze button doesn't work and so, aware of what's going on or not, I turn the whole thing off.
This normally isn't a problem since I have a backup alarm set to blare that annoying "eihn eihn eihn" shortly after the radio "wakes" me up.
Today was a different day though. When I finally awoke from the "eihn eihn eihn" it was 9:36 am which meant I had either been hitting the snooze button every 9 minutes since 8:20 am without remembering any of it or just slept through over an hour of truly obnoxious noise. This is nothing unusual because of my deafness (ooh, hearing impairment) but what was unusual was that my radio somehow was set to 7:36 while my alarm was set to the proper time of 9:36.
I don't know what to make of this. Either my digital clock is losing time (which seems impossible) or I'm dextrous enough to hold down two separate function buttons in my sleep and scroll through 22 hours to reset my clock 2 hours behind my other one.
This seems very unlikely and therefore I must assume I have gremlins in my bedroom that are determined to make sure I am late for work in the mornings.
12.02.02
I should no longer be allowed by law to take naps. Every time I do, I plan on sleeping for about an hour to shake off the habitual evening sluggishness. I know better than to plan that way now.
"Betty, hold all of my calls and clear my meetings. I'm going to sleep."
My naps end up taking the form of half a night's sleep. That's a half night of "regular" person sleep, not my usual 6 hours. I'll pass out from anywhere between 4 and 5 hours. The next thing I know, Letterman is on.
That's what I did tonight and I thought that my night was shot, that I'd never get anything done that I had planned. Well, that's not the case. The solution: stay up until 5am.
I figure if I get 4 hours in the evening and then another 3 or so in the morning then how bad can things be? After all, my grandfather always tells me that an hour of sleep before midnight is as good as two after.
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