Last night I listened to MuggleCast, like the Harry Potter dork that I am, and re-read the first Harry Potter book for the trillionth time. K got on my nerves and spilled food a lot (we had Thai food that my mother and grandmother made) and it was fun. The food was good, although K is getting on my nerves with his insistent urge to watch TV all the time. (I know that's unrelated. No, YOU'RE stupid.)
We followed the countdown on TV and ate ice cream, and I have never really cared much about 'Oh, it's a New Year.' Despite most of the drivel being spewed about 2010 being a whole new decade, this year, like last year, I was pleased to note the following things: I Survived and I Am Not In Jail. (Of course I noted other things, these are just the first I note. Pitiful? Slightly. Practical? Immensely so.) (I have never been in jail and I am hopefully not dead. I am far too young to be either.)
I did fall asleep at about one o'clock because I was listening to New Year's Day by U2 on New Year's Day, something I have thought about for an entirely unreasonable amount of time.
Just a few minutes ago, we came back from Avatar, that James Cameron movie. (For short, is he James Cam?) (I don't think I've ever known a movie director better than the actors.) (I know there is a man. And I know there is a lady. There is usually a man and a lady. But sometimes not. And some other men. But that's about it.) It is either really overhyped or really good. I wouldn't know, because we didn't see it. Sold out, all the IMAX ones, and the one we did go see didn't have any seats- well, they did have seats, but people have their purses and jackets saving seats.
We're going again tomorrow. And we are pitching a tent at four o'clock tomorrow morning to get seats, and we will sit in the theater until 12:15.
So. What is it? Really good or really hyped?
It probably doesn't even matter. Who can honestly tell anymore?
Quote for Friday, January 1, 2010:
I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
-Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters (1955) by J.D. Salinger
Muse for Today:
People. Especially people who can't wait until you get out of the movie theater so they can attack your former seat with popcorn and handbags.
Actually, wouldn't James Cameron be JIM Cam for short? Or maybe Jimmy.
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