March 14th, 2007

bear eat you

Day of progress

So, a lot happened today! I woke up half an hour late for work, which means I slept through my alarm. By the time I'd phoned work to explain, I realised that I was probably ill enough that I shouldn't go in anyway. However, having just phoned to say I'd be in soon, I couldn't be arsed to call in sick, so I went anyway.

Work was fine and all, watched a giant robot anime that would have been ace, if they hadn't dropped in gratuitous, not so subtle sex-metaphor naked transformation sequences ("It feels so good" was bad, but "I'm coming" really wasn't necessary). I got a fair bit done, too.

After work, I went to look at a room in a house in Kings Hedges, about 5 minutes cycle from work. The rent is reasonable, the contract is six months, the room is a good size (twice the size of this one, with a small double bed) - and everything else I want, including a decent, easily upgradeable internet connection and a gas hob. So I agreed to take it :V

Feeling a bit crappy again now - time for food, and Anacondas! Why would they send me the sequel before the original movie? Oh well.
bear eat you

Anacondas

Film cat says meh, kittlings. Meh, with a taste of enjoyable.

Anacondas is one of those special films, on the border between bad action and completely uninteresting action. It's no Killer Buzz, and it's no Ghost Ship - it cruises gently down the mediocre middle.

Regular readers will know that mediocre is the Film Cat's least favoured flavour of movie - there's no way to enjoy a mediocre film. However, in it's serene, mediocre journey, Anacondas briefly skirts through some white water of terrible and genius - it infringes on the territory of both the aforementioned films, making it vaguely enjoyable.

Sadly, without committing itself wholly to either the dark or the light path, it is stuck firmly in grey. The Cat won't ask for his two hours back, but neither would he watch it as a way to pass an evening alone again.

He'd probably inflict it on others, though.