Safeway’s produce department is a gold mine. A gold mine that, instead of gold, yields boxes. Sturdy boxes, with lids, and handles.
And lo, it came to pass that many things around my apartment are being boxed up.
And for a time, it was good.
…Though I’ve already had an instance of “where is that book Sarah lent me” “oh god this stack of boxes could contain it”. Labeling is important; I’m on top of it, but you can only go so far with labels. Specific books and games are just in this flux state; they’re basically all quantum boxes, each one simultaneously holding everything that we’ve packed so far.
In other news, I’m sufficiently distracted by moving that writing has stalled out. I have a super good premis for a short story, but working on it has been like pulling teeth. I don’t think it’s possible to make tomorrow’s deadline. Though, it’s super strong, and if I work on it, I’m sure I can find a place for it to be published.
I watched Layer Cake with Aaron and a friend yesterday. It’s a British heist movie. My brain was screaming at the focus puller the entire movie. The music choice was weird, and whoever did their sound mix should be shot. Though, I did enjoy it, in no small part due to the cast. Colm Meaney (AKA Chief O’Brain from Star Trek), Danial Craig (AKA the latest James Bond), and Tom Hardy (from last year’s delightful Inception) made it all worthwhile. I watched it on Netflix, and was appalled that the only female character, who was completely gratuitous and in the film for all of five minutes as a sex object, is on the cover. I’m not too upset by it; just one of those extra things that makes me roll my eyes.
And seriously, Clive Prior, I don’t know if the focus was all your fault or what; you’ve done a lot of other work I like, so I’ll let it slide.
This time.
Thanks for reading.
Heidi out.
H.G. Bells 