Peter Hentges (jbru) wrote,
Peter Hentges

A day in three acts

I had a lovely day off today. Slept good and late, had a leisurely breakfast. Read LJ and mail, puttered about. Decided to have a movie for lunch. It wasn't until I returned that I received a message from my boss. Turns out my quite rational assumption that we got Presidents Day off was wrong. (I mean, we got Martin Luther King Day off; what kind of wacky rationale is this?) So now I have eight hours of time to make up, looks like later leaving times for a couple of weeks. Fortunately, my boss seemed mostly mystified and not at all pissed.

The movie I went to see was Jumper. It was a fun film but had a few flaws. The first was that its trailer is far to fully a summary of the plot. If you've seen the trailer you know the whole story and the rest is really just some expansions around that. The second flaw is that the second character you meet with the eponymous power has an accent. It took quite a while for me to figure out that the antagonists were being called Paladins; I could swear he was saying Pardons for the first good while after we meet him. The sad thing is, I think Pardons is a more intriguing name. The final flaw was that too little time was spent developing the love interest in the film. This is particularly sad as it was the one thing in the trailer that you didn't learn much about. It felt forced in that, "gee I've been missing, presumed dead, for eight years but let's fly off to Rome this weekend" sort of way. It diid make me intrigued about the book which I've heard a couple of different people say they enjoyed. I expect all this fiddly things with relationships and motivations would be a bit more fleshed out in print.

Just as I was laying down to sleep this evening, my dogs decided to flex their adolescent powers. I could hear the voice of mothers everywhere as I said to myself, "I swear, these dogs are trying to drive me crazy." After a quick run outside so they could eliminate, they decided it was playtime. Nothing really to do at that point but wait them out; they run faster than I do and even in the confines of the yard it just turns into a game of keep away from the human. After about a half hour later they tired of wrestling and chasing each other around the yard and deigned to come in. From now on: late-night potty runs are made with leashes on.

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