Our House is a Home!

We got (even more!) furniture into the apartment this Sunday.( Two very tempting chairs and a real couch! Oh my! )

I should revise my statement to bigscary: I don't think our place is bigger than yours (nor so convinient to get to), but it's defnitely comparable of size. Plus, I can also guarantee our chairs are more comfortable and less likely to fall apart. Even the vibrating one.

Thanks be to the sweetheart team of jethrien and chuckro for their kind offer of making us real food. We were wiped from getting up early and setting up the furniture. When we eventually let our stomachs wake us from torpor, pizza was good enough. But really, thank you so much for the offer.

In other news, feiran has given me her cold (I'd point the finger at bigscary, but I think it was coming on Saturday day-time, so it would already have been festering by the time I met up with him. It might also have come from my boss, but I think she's battling allergies more than anything. So this Monday is a little bluer (and not in the good way) and more miserable than I would have liked to start a new week, but the furniture is in, we'll have a right bang-up kitchen soon, and I'm just about ready to say goodbye to the old place.

Of course, the old place has its needs, too. Taking down blinds, cleaning out the fridge, carting my shit back uptown...

I'm getting into it

I forgot to mention that feiran and I watched an obscene amount of Lois and Clark recently, and that I've now bought all three collected volumes of the animated Superman television series. I'm working up enthusiasm for the big S (helped along by darkling1, who aids and abets fannishness of this sort quite terribly).

Then I find something like this and realize there are people ready to embrace Superman Returns no matter what and I have to wonder where they get their evidence from that something "new" in the Super-franchise is definitely going to be good. ( And here's where I go fandom walking and talking )

This is why Fox Mulder was always my hero on The X-Files. As a science-bent geek gal, Scully should've been my role model, but I sympathized with Mulder. I, too, want to believe. The realist in me can't. It won't stop me from getting excited--and my recent saturation with Big Blue has left me plenty enthused for the movie tomorrow--but I won't have my hopes set high.

Superman Returns isn't the only movie to suffer from my lack of faith. I am thrilled that Pirates of the Caribbean comes out in two weeks--ZOMG WE MUST MAKE PLANS TO SEE IT--but I'm very wary that Johnny Depp will carry this movie as he did the last. That's not to say I don't think he can carry it (he can carry just about anything, even the creepy-yet-fun Charlie and the Chocolate Factory), just that I worry that is all the studio has relied on with the sequels (for certain, it's what jumpstarted them). I mean, you can count on Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightly to strut and pose appropriately, but the film is made or broken on Jack Sparrow. That's a lot of weight for Johnny Depp to carry. Perhaps the cast/crew of Superman Returns can at least be assured that they will not be asked to shoulder that burden alone.