social life! Occasionally, I have one.

After waking up too late for my own good, tired as usual, I started realizing that staying home was beginning to drive me insane. Mostly I've been staying home so that I don't spend money; while this is effective, it's also boring.

So I ended up going to Steer Roast, for the first time ever. Fortunately I picked the tame part (Feast) to attend. I saw lots of people I don't often see in real life, and met several people who had heretofore only been usernames. And for very primitively cooked meat, it wasn't bad at all.

About the time I was thinking of wandering off (it was cold, and I wasn't talking much to people anymore, and the loud music was threatening to start), someone suggested an X2 mob. Apparently about three people separately suggested X2 mobs, because we weren't the only group going to the Common for 6:15.

X2 is really, really good. Go see it.

Disclaimer: I am not a comics geek. I don't know the X-Men universe beyond what's been shown in the movies. And I liked the first movie, better than I expected even. Wolverine is far sexier than anyone that hairy and redneck-looking has any right to be. And Anna Paquin has officially replaced Natalie Portman in my affections.

Interesting preview note: apparently they're bringing 28 Days Later to the US. It opened in the UK late last year, and I saw it when I was having my post-layoff kick of irresponsibility. I almost didn't go to see it, because it's Not My Genre, but I think I'm glad I did. I'll be very curious to see what people here think of it. (I think it was worth watching if for no other reason than the scenes of deserted London and burning Manchester, but it grabbed me in other ways too.)

Upshot: I spent way too much money today. But at least I'm sane.

mr. sandman

I've been having weird and vivid enough dreams lately that I probably ought to be keeping a dream journal, or something.

The latest one involved my extended family (because it turned out that I had four half-siblings I'd never heard of before, on my mother's side but kids of my father, which father had simultaneously run off to California many years before and had been around and married to Mom all this time) trying to get to some Catholic event (Easter? just communion? I can't remember.) We got stuck in a very localized blinding snowstorm, but made it through because we could see the telephone poles on either side of the road -- despite being totally covered in snow -- and finally made it to what looked more like a community center than a church. The nuns seemed far more laid-back and friendly than most nuns I've had experience with.

Meanwhile, somewhere in there I was visiting a T-Mobile store toward Brookline Village from Beacon Street, and it had a comfy couch, and obra was working there and had long hair. And I was trying to take a nap on the couch in my dream during my nap, which never works very well. But it was a very relaxing counterpoint to trying to get through a wall of snow.

At any rate, it got me thinking about sibling relationships. Having long-lost half-siblings would be very weird.