Spuds are on for Shepherd’s Pie. Floor’s clean. Laundry’s done. Woot.
Yesterday we saw Ninja Assassin. Go see this movie. It is very, very gory, but it is so, so much ninja fun. We were going to go eat steak afterward, but we were full of popcorn and, anyway, I don’t know if I could have faced any more precisely severed bleeding flesh. Drawback: My neck was sore from wincing. Other drawback: Recognizing Korean faces and accents amongst the ‘Japanese’ ninjas. I appreciate that this is probably not going to be an issue for other white viewers, but it bugged me.
Also, an eye-opener this morning from Rachel: If you haven’t lived in a place for your whole life, there are going to be places you don’t know the names of. I never even thought of that. I know the public names of stuff, but also have the personal history: Here’s the ravine where Bo fell off his bike and ripped his calf to shreds. There’s the block of condos that used to be a field of wildflowers. Rachel, I wasn’t laughing at you. I was just surprised.
Phone call from Morgan: We need to hang out and he and T have to go see Ninja Assassins. Yes. But not next Sunday, as I first thought, because that’s bellydance student night! How did THAT happen? Got something to dance to, got an idea of what to do even for the group piece. But what the hell am I going to wear?!