Having now found a place to live, the whole house moving upheaval will be what carries me into the weekend. Not really what I planned to be doing when I turned 30, but the hope is that we might be sorted out by the time select family and friends arrive tomorrow afternoon.
There is no way I’m moving again for a year at least – this is the third move in less than a year and as one of the most stressful things you can do, I’d rather avoid it for some time to come.
Went to see the above Tom Cruise movie on Wednesday night. I cant say it’s toppled any of my favourite sci-fi movies from the top of their perch, but I did enjoy it all the same.
Some of the gaping plot holes were a major pain in the ass for me – I just couldn’t suspend the disbelief for the entire movie because stuff kept happening which made me pause for thought.
The amount which was “borrowed” from other (some better) sci-fi movies also proved to be annoying. From the immersing memories almost on a par with Strange Days, to using extracted eyeballs to gain access to restricted areas (Demolition Man), a few of the themes in the movie just seemed too familiar to be anywhere near original.
Fliss seemed to enjoy the movie more than me, which was a bit of a surprize considering it’s more my kind of movie than it is hers. Sadly I remain unconvinced as to why Steven Spielberg as revered as such a god-like director.
I remember saying, while trying to find a flat to let in London, that I’d rather my kids grew up to be crack dealers than estate agents.
Well, it turns out you can add land lords to that list; After finding a house to let which needed refurbishing, we were told it would be finished by the 30th of June. However, after seeing the shambles the place is in, I would be surprized if it’s ready by the end of July.
Which not only leaves us with a bit of an accomodation situation, but kind of screws the pooch as far as my birthday celebrations this weekend are concerned. The plan was to be installed in the new three bedroomed house with plenty of room for the celebration attendees… now it looks like we’ll be going nowhere and with very little room at the inn.
What smegs me off more than anything is that the land lord guy must have known it wouldn’t be finished. If he’d been honest with me a week ago when I asked him, I would have let the place go and found somewhere else no problem at all. Not only is honesty the best policy, it saves a shed load of grief on the odd occasion.