Get Smart Movie

I want to see this movie as soon as possible. i know I'll probably be dissappointed, I know I'll probably come out wating my money back and feeling like they've attacked my childhood- I don't care, I'm going.

I've decided that if five of the following seven lines are included, I have to at least be content:

Max: Good thinking 99

Max: Sorry about that cheif

Max: Don't tell me the something something something
99: Something something something!
Max: 99, I asked you not to tell me that!

Max: Missed it by that much

Max: Cheif, I demand the cone of silence! (This is MANDATORY!)

Max: *Makes grandiose claim*
Bad Guy: I don't believe you
Max: Really? Well, would you believe *makes slightly less grandiose claim?
Bad Guy: No
Max: How about *not grandiose at all, but usually still not true claim*

Max: Say there buddy, I hope I wasn't out of line with that crack about *whatever insult he used before overpowered*

Hopefully I get a chance to see this movie on the weekend, maybe Sunday night...

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Seeing Lucksmiths tonight!!!!!!!

*Chris does the HappyChris dance of Happy*

I want to buy a T-shirt.

Moving

So, while I'm waiting for the facemask I'm wearing to set (yes, I've broken out AGAIN, despite the perscription night cream that's turning my skin red and dry, grumble) I thought I'd update.

I now live in Kensington. mc_shamo and I are officially living together, as opposed to before when I was staying at my boyfriend's place a lot. Huge, huge thanks to everyone who helped, especially... well... everyone!

I didn't realise how different it would feel. I figured it would be just like the last six months where I was at the Parade full time, but it's not. My stuff is here, his stuff is here, there is stuff that is OUR stuff, and it's here. We have about eight different translations of the Odyssey, and ten different translations of the Iliad, I'm not sure which of the Aeschylus is his and which is mine, all the books are jumbled together. In the study my desk is next to his bookshelf and my guitar is next to his tuba.

It feels different to a sharehouse too; instead of their being "my room" and "communal areas" everything is "ours". I actually thought I'd have problems with this (Chris is a quite territorial creature who also gets pissed off if not left alone for a period of time each day) but I don't. I like it.

And it's fun to put things in places and discuss and argue (well, not argue, more reason at each other) and plan and, well, live.

I've never done this before.

It feels nice.