Remarkable that I'm writing again with such short notice but it turns out that an idea, if left stewing for too long, gets over cooked. So when it's al dente and perfect we'll dish it out to the world for consumption. But before I start into the grouse of the day, the last post seems to have been spared by the vultures who hover in anticipation over the blog waiting for that one opening to swoop down and claim their pound of literary flesh. This of course might be inviting trouble but I'm almost beyond caring. (Note : Almost)
Currently eating a piece of blue (yeah like the beast or nightcrawler) candy sugar from Nepal. Trippy stuff. But that isn't what we're talking about today. It's my abode, my home, the roof over my head, the architectural wonder that forms a large part of today's discussion. The lesser part is as usual occupied by the Provider. Considering I live in the back of beyond in any case and it's a joy and wonder that I have electricity and running water, security was an issue when we first shifted in. It's still an issue if you thought development would have caught up. So it was decided that apart from the regular locks that doors come with, the front door would be fitted with a technologically advanced "Godrej" Lock. This of course is notwithstanding an Alcatraz style metal door that reinforces the front.
The point of all this is that the lock costs just about as much as the GDP of a small African country and within a month of buying it it refused to lock or unlock from the inside.
So yesterday the Provider locked yours truly in by locking this Vertibolt 2C or whatever instead of the other lock. So what's to be done but find another exit which the house thanks to vaastu or feng shui or whatever the architect believed in then, has plenty off (about seven at last count).
What is with these vaastu people? I'm wary enough of them not to hunt them down on wiki. They might decide to change the direction my life is headed without me even knowing. Take a couple of houses that I had stepped into my mistake. 3 storeyed but since the mad man had decided to put a room at every floor AND in between and exits facing every direction except South by South West... Or was it North by North East. Don't remember now but it's the same as the movie. Some third floor balcony has a staircase. Good if there was a fire in the 2 and a half-th floor I guess. And they wanted us to live there. And pay them rent. And drive the car into the garage, between which and the rest of the house there is no wall.
Watched the Code last night. I had the options of that or standing out in the cold outside Forum (yuck. The forum, not the cold). I wasn't paying. And I didn't for some average yet exorbitant meal at Fiorano the new ristorante. Ok place. well made up and all but pretty expensive and unfortunately sunny's still has both the best bread and the best cheesecake.
Anyway The code. Anybody who's anybody in hollywood is there... Gandalf, Dr.Octavius Octopus, My good friend Chaucer, the quintessential french fellow (from godzilla, ronin, mi, etc) and still it was but average. Overhyped, that definitely killed it. And for a movie where you could be sure that over 50% of your audience has read the book, why make an exact replica? Both jurassic park and godfather that way were far better adaptations, though the lizards eat everything in the book...
So wasted yesterday with the wooden Tom Hanks and the oh not so sexy irritating french accent lady. Haven't even bothered to find out her name. She's not on the list of people I want to know or have pictures off. Then again neither is the one who shall not be named and i have both. Perhaps we'll run a images.google of Audrey Tautou after all...
To end today, three movies I need to watch over the next month. Superman Returns (purely for nostalgia), Pirates of The Caribbean - Dead Man's Chest, and Over the HEdge.
