September 29th, 2006


This is not the pun you're looking for

I saw Hou Hsiao Hsien's latest movie Three Times last night with robot_mel. No, we did not watch it three times, we only saw it once. The Prince Charles cinema was as cheap as promised (£4 tickets!), but I had to break down and use my credit card as my mobile ran out of minutes just as I was talking to the estate agent about the status of my application (dammit). I wound up charging a PC membership and my ticket, still saving 50 pence after the extra credit card fee, but I was able to have a ham sandwich before the movie (£2.50) and a bowl of duck and noodle soup at a Chinese food restaurant behind the theather for £3.50 after, so I wound up not utterly emptying my wallet and was able to buy a copy of Time Out (the theater special!) this morning and still have *shakes wallet* £2.45 to my name. Ooh baby, I'm skint. Guess I'll be going to the bank over lunch. They'd BETTER have some paycheckola waiting for me. (And I forgot to bring my lunch today, dammit, so I'll get that taken care of while I'm out, too.)

The movie was very enjoyable if you're good watching fantastically lush movies where people don't talk very much. The subsegments were "A Time for Love," "A Time for Freedom," and "A Time for Youth," thus the "Three Times," though truly the name was mistranslated and should have been "The Best of Times." Very nice.

Freaking Medco has fucked up my prescription again, so I will have to have shadowdaddy go to Safeway and mail me some pills on Saturday. Woe, woe is me. But on the other hand the comments I have heard about bad customer service in England are clearly not problems limited to one side of the pond.
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    aggravated at bureaucracy
disco ball


Right, my rental app has gone through, now all I need to do is give a check in roughly the amount of a 2002 Honda Civic and I will be moving into my new place in Putney! Yay!
Sea dragon

Tears and rain are the same, but when the sun light shines you've got to play the game

I've got the song from last night's movie stuck in my head. I can't even figure out who wrote it, but it's from some time in the 60s. "Tears and rain are the same ..." Any ideas? Two casual Google searches failed to show it.

After work, wechsler and I went to see The Voysey Inheritance at the National. It was enjoyable enough, but the structure (it was written around 1905) really reminded me of Shaw, only not as good as Shaw. We got lots of laughs nonetheless. I'd write more about it, but, well, it's late and I'm tired.

Medco sucks, they've screwed my order up again and are charging me the price of two packs of pills for the delivery of one. This means all of my efforts to get my prescription filled properly have been for naught. They can screw off and die.

Tomorrow, off to Cambridge for the day, back in the evening for a birthday party, then a slack Sunday.

I miss shadowdaddy.