Planet Lucy

I went to catch the early show of Lucy this morning at Mazza Galleria. Excepting the woman who brought her kid to the movie and then realized this wasn’t a non-violent film and raced out (as opposed to all of Luc Besson’s other children-appropriate films such as The Professional or La Femme Nikita, which teach valuable trades), the film was fun, interesting and strange: picture a science-fiction themed shoot-’em’up nature documentary. That’s really the closest I can come: one moment, people are getting shot, the next moment, oh look, it’s a cheetah chasing a deer. Worth waiting to see on DVD or streaming, though.

Hot Tub Time Machine II – basically just Back to the Future rebooted

In continuing my theory that Hot Tub Time Machine is basically Back to the Future rebooted with a hot tub time machine instead of a Delorean time machine, John Cusack is filling the Crispin Glover role by not returning, as with BTTF 2 the sequel goes to the future, and the second sequel (appears to be set up at the end of the trailer) will apparently take us well back in time to the War for Independence.

A March Snow Day

This winter’s snowfall may not quite equal the epic double-blizzard of 2009/2010, but it has been the heaviest snow since that winter. Early March, and snow is falling yet again. I love it. I love snow, I love being inside and warm while snow falls, I love walking around in the snow.

And I’m fortunate, because my employer closed for the day. I think most employers did. Well, most 9-5 employers. And I’m fortunate because I still get paid for today. Imagine my shock when a person I follow on Twitter expressed outrage (feigned, I hope) that his local IHOP was closed.

Because those restaurant workers won’t get paid for today, even though the buses aren’t running, and even though the roads are awful. I’ve got the local CBS news on (yay WUSA9!) and one of the anchors, speaking about traffic accidents, said, “there are so many, I can’t even start to talk about them.” My paraphrasing.

And office workers on Twitter are outraged that they can’t have pancakes for breakfast. Pretty soon, Twitter will be overrun with outrage over bars that have closed, or retail stores that haven’t opened.

Because somehow, while it is too dangerous for office workers to trudge into work, it somehow isn’t too dangerous for restaurant and retail staff to do the same?

I wonder how many of the same people complaining about a closed local establishment are outraged by the consumer culture that dictates stores opening on Thanksgiving Day or Black Friday? Hard to see a difference here.

Dixie

So I was on the L1 this evening, and traffic was heavy, and I was reading, but somewhere on Florida Avenue NW, a passing car’s horn played Dixie, and here I am, reading a 1,000 page biography on Churchill (third of three) and thinking I’d suddenly found myself in The Dukes of Hazzard.

Goodbye, Expedit

I love Expedit.

I have many of them. I have stacked an Expedit on top of another Expedit. I have stacked other types of bookcases on top of Expedits. They are filled to capacity with books, DVDs, knick-knacks, and of course, more books. There are books on the shelves, stacked on top of other books, and on top of the units. One hosts my TV and media equipment. One cube on one Expedit holds my old laserdisc collection.

And they’re going away. The Expedits, that is.

I mean, not mine. Not without somebody getting cut.
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IKEA is doing away with the Expedit line. Or, well, changing how they make the units and re-naming it KALLAX.

Live on, EXPEDIT. But even as KALLAX, I bet you’ll still be a pain in the ass to put together.

Sidewalks and Snow Berms, oh my!

I went to the corner CVS. I needed shampoo (for my beard). I also wanted some milk, and maybe a sandwich if I could find it. What I really needed was a transaction where I could get cash back, so I could do my laundry.

Mission accomplished, and I’ve got three machines downstairs running for me right now.

As for venturing out …

The sidewalks were a mess. In shaded areas they were almost a sheet of ice, in some places, the home owners hadn’t bothered to shovel them, so they were a solid lumpy sheet of ice over snow. In sunlight areas, if they’d been cleared yesterday or earlier today, the sidewalks were simply damp; if they hadn’t been, they were dangerous. Crossing any street required climbing or stepping over a snow berm.

I don’t think I’ll be going out again today. And I hope DC enforces ticketing property owners who didn’t clear their sidewalks.

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