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I had a lovely evening with ![[deadjournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/dj-userinfo.gif)
wizzahd and a few other people; I dunno if I mentioned but one of the local cinemas is currently being managed by a friend of ours, who therefore lets us in for very little money, which makes us fairly chill about seeing really bad movies there. Clash Of The Titans is a really bad movie. With 3D that, as wizzahd (who is himself Greek, which allowed for much teasing about eyeliner and miniskirts) said, was more like 2.1D, CGI backdrops that looked like painted ones from the 1950s, sparkly gods and zombie-orcs (ZORCS). It was only redeemed by upskirt shots of Sam Worthington; his Avatar fame failed to reveal to us that he has delicious thighs. (Shame about his face, really).
Today was a day of much joy; I'd kinda forgotten I had the full emotional register and the reminder is contenting. It's not simply that the thoughts of London and Leeds are happifying; more like, the person that those thoughts evoke is a living one who has connections to others and that person exists, I am it, it hasn't gone anywhere, it's just waiting, often impatiently, for such opportunities to come along, as they always shall.
wizzahd and a few other people; I dunno if I mentioned but one of the local cinemas is currently being managed by a friend of ours, who therefore lets us in for very little money, which makes us fairly chill about seeing really bad movies there. Clash Of The Titans is a really bad movie. With 3D that, as wizzahd (who is himself Greek, which allowed for much teasing about eyeliner and miniskirts) said, was more like 2.1D, CGI backdrops that looked like painted ones from the 1950s, sparkly gods and zombie-orcs (ZORCS). It was only redeemed by upskirt shots of Sam Worthington; his Avatar fame failed to reveal to us that he has delicious thighs. (Shame about his face, really).Today was a day of much joy; I'd kinda forgotten I had the full emotional register and the reminder is contenting. It's not simply that the thoughts of London and Leeds are happifying; more like, the person that those thoughts evoke is a living one who has connections to others and that person exists, I am it, it hasn't gone anywhere, it's just waiting, often impatiently, for such opportunities to come along, as they always shall.