Christopher Pratt (cpratt) wrote,
Christopher Pratt
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A day at the movies.

I started off with a quick trip to Black Hawk Down, which was exceedingly uncomfortable and irritating for about the first forty-five minutes, at least until they started shooting lots of Somalis. From then on, it was vaguely like a B grade Evil Dead movie, albeit sans humor or any kind of viewer interest retaining strategies (other than 'Will they show anything really gross?' - thankfully they made good on the implicit promise of Herschell Gordon Lewis-style gore with a lovely 'Find the artery' scene. Nothing says homoerotic like fishing around inside of a gaping wound for a comrade's artery, but I digress).

Meanwhile, back at Bear and Marmot's house, I decided that tonight was the night to sit down for all four plus hours of Lagaan. Much to my surprise and delight, it was absolutely worth it. What a blast! I haven't had that much fun watching a movie since I saw eXistenZ, but that's another story. Great songs, fine story, and (would you believe it) even a few woofy men in there as well. It also helped that I chowed down a couple bowls of Vector - mmmm, better than dessert. Remember, cold cereal isn't really like going off the wagon, oh no, it's practically good for you.

In other news, I'm within six pounds or so of simply being 'overweight' as opposed to 'obese' (the chart sez I'm supposed to weigh 190 - that would be a shock), and the results are in from my cholesterol test - looks just fine, actually; everything's in the ideal range although I could stand a tad more HDL cholesterol, but that's nothing reduced weight and increased physical activity shouldn't fix, hence the trip to Australia.

Australia: three more complete days in the USA, three more days to pray I get my W-2 forms, three more days to tie up all loose ends. Then, Sunday, it's get the shit in the car, get thee to Walzwerk, and off to the airport. The tickets came through without a hitch today, so it's bidness class all the way downtown to Sydney. The one niggling detail is that no one at United have apparently heard of the theoretical '3 checked bags' benefit advertised on their Web site and elsewhere as being a perk for Premier Executive members, so I've printed out the appropriate info, packed three bags, and am hoping for the best. It's going to be a little nervewracking for me, wondering if I can get all my shit on the plane or not, but as long as that's the worst of my troubles, I can certain deal with it. Worst case scenario, we spend a while repacking on the airport floor, and Matthew gets to hide some more stuff in the basement for us.

That's all for now. It's late, I'm tired, etc. Gotta get to bed!
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  • It's July 2013.

    Remember when I wrote a lot on LiveJournal? Yeah, me neither.

  • Steve

    I'm not surprised by Jobs' death, and of course my inner cynic wants to blame homeopathy or whatever the hell it was he was into; an anecdote that…

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