Dinner and a Movie

I didn’t really do any work yesterday. After finishing with the comment code, I got ready to go out with Annie to celebrate a mini-anniversary: 38 Months! It was also a good rationalization for why I needed a little break from this horrid project in which I’ve wrapped myself. I’m in way too far to quit now, but the end of the tunnel seems to keep moving further away. Ouch, that’s a bit trite.

Anyway, Annie came over and we whipped up some Parmesan spinach noodles—compliments of the Lipton Corporation—and enjoyed a candlelit dinner in my dining room and then headed out to a movie. We usually go to the Bloomsburg Cinema Center, but I refuse to go there after what happened on Thursday night. Long story, but we were turned away five minutes after the movie started because we didn’t have exact change. I’ll explain more after we’ve written a letter of complaint. So anyway, we went to the Selinsgrove Cinema Center (probably owned by the same person as the Bloom one, sigh) which is nicer than Bloom’s anyway.

We wanted something entertaining and lighthearted so we went to see The Italian Job. It wasn’t much of a thinking movie, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Seth Green was surprisingly funny as a high-tech computer genius who insists that his roommate at MIT stole the Napster program from him. The film is basically Ocean’s Eleven with a smaller cast and a stylish stunt that involves blowing the road out from under an armored truck. I have a pet peeve with motorcycles chasing cars in movies: why doesn’t anyone ever slam on their breaks and give that organ-donor their comeuppance? Well The Italian Job made me happy if only for the fact that someone throws his door open and sends a motorcyclist airborne. I almost cheered aloud.