Ah. Today (+yesterday) was quite nice. I slept until 5:00 PM (still getting over this chest cold) and then messed around on the internet a bit. I got a call from my friend, Kevin, who was pretty excited about a new graphics card he ordered. We talked for about three hours, as he lives far away and hangage-outage is not possible right now. *cries* I enjoyed the nerdy talk though, as my local nerdy friends are employed or some such nonsense. I'm probably going to take a road trip eastward (maybe with some crazy friendly pirates) and visit the man.

I then called the friends I have whose names start with an "S". It was good to hear Steve the Shape (or Scó p, as you prefer) is well. I haven't heard from him in at least three weeks. Talked to Sam UL's mom. Left him a message that I was crazy. Seriously. The message was "Remember I'm crazy. -Titus" XOXOXO. Mind the quotations. I talked at miss Sallying Sally, in whispery tones, as I find that most talking with girls this way is much more effective. She was, as her name implies, witty as usual.

Humans are usually people. I like that.

The niceness really started when I left the house at 9:30. I hit up an Arby's for a meat sandwich, chicken shaker, and a double order of curly fries. I got the mostly flavorless "buffalo sauce" for the chicken, which was a mistake. Alas, it seems that heat with no flavor sauce is to be my enemy to the grave.

I ate the sandwich and one order of curly fries before purchasing a ticket to some film billed only as "Hulk". Of course, I had the obligatory stain-on-the-crotch (from Flavorless Sauce) look going on that seems to be common with all people who go to the cinema alone. I cleaned it off while watching the film. Yay for real life! The movie had started already, and it seemed that I had missed something important, as the first thing I saw was blood mixed in with some sort of toxic-looking beverage. With action films, who can say?

It was action filmy. Explosions to satisfy even the most staunch realist. Satisfy, but not convince, of course. Who needs generic fork lifts when you can have the exploding kind? I want one real bad. And a Hulk to throw it at people. That, my friends, would be good times.

Next thing that made me like the film: plenty of Liv Tyler's legs. Like, all of them. <strongbadmisquote>Can't nobody say Liv Tyler never did nothin' for the peoples.</strongbadmisquote> Much liking of that part. Those 35ft. legs did much damage to Mr Banner. Like, almost Hulkentized him. Funny times. Lest my comments be misconstrued, see the film. It's nothing like what you're picturing right now (cut to long shot of a scantily clad Liv Tyler crushing city dwellers underfoot).
(Did anyone else see that "ACUAL SIZE!" sticker next to the screen? I did.)

The lead (Edward Norton, as I found out) was a muchly improvement over the old hulk (circa 2003). Comparison is impossible. Norton has pretty dang good screen charisma, and I could see him becoming a top dog in Hollywood. Small gripes: vocal production was a little weak and he had limited movement, both things that I myself struggle with on stage. Seriously good expression and interior acting though. He had the character but only delivered 75% of it to the audience. Failure on the director's part really.

I'll keep an eye on that fellow though, and maybe I'll see him in something that is more suited to his style. Please be in a drama soon! (I know, I know. A straight guy who watches dramas. I am some sort of freak, or perhaps just a normal guy who is not obsessed with societal perceptions of him. Also, extreme city boy and moderate foppishness. I have been termed "Metro", which is cool. Apparently. I like riding the metro. Again, stopping before the mental images become too severely off course.)

Wow, I wasn't expecting to write that much about the film. Next I got in the car and finished eating another helping of curly fries while driving aimlessly. I ended up halfway between St. George and Hurricane when I decided to stop on the side of the road to ascertain what was going on with Kermit (the Cyborg) who was exhibiting strange power drains at random intervals. Turns out it was the AC being all silly. Several people asked if I needed help, which I declined. With my incredible luck, I was enjoying the curly fries at the bottom of the bag when a police man flipped a U-turn and blinded me with his fog lights from behind. Jolly good way to keep the citizenry happy, I say. I got out of my car before he did, as I know they like it* when you do that. I was wiping my hands with a napkin as I got out, which may or may not have held any number of weapons. Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass** asked me what I was doing on the side of the road, all alone and waving my petticoat to all passersby so friendly-like, and if he could "have some." I said that I was just checking into a problem with my car (Yes, at 12:30 at night.) and finishing some delicious food crumbs. I invited him to help me with the maintenance like the big boy I knew he was, but he said he had to go, you know, duties to attend to and all that. (I suspect putting things in officers' inappropriate orifices, but a smart boy doesn't ask questions.)

(Real story for the less inclined to entertainment: After I told him what I was doing, he asked to see my identification; I complied. He asked if I had been drinking; I said not. Boring, isn't it?)

I was on my way as soon as the officer walked away from my car. The drive to Gooseberry Mesa was pretty exciting, which is something I wasn't wanting from my relaxing midnight drive through the desert. Cadillac! Wannabe dog food gangstas tried to get me to pull over before I arrived in Hurricane, which was a little confusing. I would have pulled over if there hadn't been two cars with two dudes each. Maybe one car, but definitely not two. Curse my limited experience fighting bare handed against people who possibly have weapons. Actually, bless it, and hope I can continue without such experiences increasing in number. Had enough of that as a teen. Tee hee. I'm not a teenager anymore.

The stars were even more stunning than I had expected at Gooseberry Mesa, which made me wish I had a nice camera to capture them. The view from just below the mesa was especially choice. I'm definitely going back there with my amazing photographer brother, ~james-nara here on deviantART. I got to the actual mesa, turned off the car for about a minute and headed home, by way of Old Highway 91 to Leeds and I 15 down to St. George. Good times. Time I arrived: 2:30. Five solid hours of doing stuff couples usually do, minus googley eyes and such like nonsense. Yay!

*Police officers' liking meter: proximity of the hand to their pistol.

**Why is this such a common name for police people? I think it is descriptive of their actual physical condition, though I haven't verified this verbally or physically. Female officers seem to find this condition more uncomfortable than the males, as they seem to be even less civil.


Actual mood: Serene. No, seriously. I could do with a little Serene in my life. Come on sista, give me some sugar.