And so with new futurephone in hand, I join the ranks of mobloggers worldwide, for no damn reason. I am quite sure that my boss will think this particular feature is as stupid as the push-to-talk thingy from Nextel; nevertheless, I am quite in love with the new gadget.
Other things I’ve wanted to talk about but haven’t bothered to compose a full post about:
Saw KILL BILL on Saturday night, managing not to have really read anything beyond a bare-bones plot synopsis about the film in advance. Trailers for RETURN OF THE KING and MATRIX REVOLUTIONS were the highlights; everything thereafter was more than a little disappointing (and I’m a Tarantino fan, so it’s not as if I have some snobbish opinion of him already.) As PJ pointed out, I didn’t hate it as much as, say, NATURAL BORN KILLERS (which was one of the worst films I’ve ever seen — don’t get me started on that one), but I wasn’t really all that jazzed about waiting to conclude the damn thing in February. Too bad. (Interesting how the violence of the thing has spawned its own little tempest in a teacup among the blogosphere cognoscenti.)
Only one more week of Lamaze childbirthing classes, which is good, because I’m not sure I can sit through another one like this week’s, where we discussed alternative forms of “pain management” for the laboring mother — i.e. the epidural, which apparently everyone believes is the ideal alternative until they tell you it’s a catheter in your back. This doesn’t even really affect me at all and I’m feeling squeamish about it.
Which also reminds me: wondering if I’ll be able to do the Kapital City Komix Drinkup on the 8th (with the date getting closer, I wonder just whether I can really bring myself to go somewhere else for a couple of hours…) Probably should get Sean to go out for those promised beers before then…
