The Full-Moon and Battlefield Los Angeles19:59 Mar 19 2011
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When I got in, Dad was still up, as expected; even though I’d taken my keys. And, having made my coffee, for the morning, I retired, to type and watch ‘Stargate Universe series two, episode two, with the white robe and, my cap still on.
[[It’s the good thing about having the trolley and, one laptop on top of the other.]]
Peering through the curtains, it seemed almost light outside, the sky was a kinda royal blue and the Moon was oh-so full bright and seemingly very close and so often when there’s a Full-Moon I don’t sleep well: well, I figured that wouldn’t be the case.
It’d been a long-day, but interesting, to say the least.
At the Azda, we’d been doing our weekly shop, when horror-upon horrors, the routine had been broken, as the Azda vegatable pizza we buy had been de-listed.
Well, being the so-an-so I am, I’d asked about it, which is how I learnt it was de-listed and, how we got one given to us ‘to try’, “for free” I assured Dad when he displayed reticence in it’s acquisition.
And, as I was doing my thing, Debbie the Psycho hose-beast had stood just down the aisle from me, chatting to a customer, quite obviously ‘unaware’ that I was there and, moments later, she was gone.
Karl had phoned, a tad miffed, it seems the cinema we’d intended to go to was doing audio translations all week for the film, so he’d asked later, when were they not, as I learnt in his second call. It seems that it was just something that could be accessed, so we decided to go see a film we’d intended for many months, it being “on the list”: ‘Battlefield Los Angeles.’
Well, just five minutes before I was to leave home, to go meet Karl, the phone rang. Thinking it was Karl and, something had gone wrong, I dashed to answer it.
“You’re not going to put the phone straight, are you?” I was asked, which seemed to indicate to me that I should’ve, but instead I had answered, “No, why should I?”
It was as he continued to speak that I realised I knew the voice, ‘It was Mike’, the guy who fucked off my friendship for money and weed.
“You got it all wrong over what I said y’know…” He said, then carried on, “what are you doing? I got some really good…”
So, I’d told him I was off to the pictures, “on your own?” He asked, knowing full well I used to do that a lot.
“Uh-huh..” I retorted, then said, “Gotta go.”
And I had to go, as I was running late. And besides, Michelle Rodriguez was in ‘Battlefield Los Angeles’, which was my original reason for wanting to see it.
Travelling through town was not my idea of fun, particularly as I got hassled by some young teens and, one of ‘em really took exception to my hat.
As it was, I got to Karl’s and, we got to the cinema in time for the trailers, which he likes: ‘Sucker Punch’ is now added to ‘the list’.
And, though a lot of stuff has been said about the film, I’m glad I dismissed it all, as it was ever-so well worth seeing, being the sort of film that both Karl and I could enjoy and, we had.
At 10:30 it had ended and Karl walked me to the station, where a definite surfeit of transport police had been waiting there. We went through and, onto the platform and just about six minutes later, the train arrived.
By the time I finished typing later, I had seen ‘Stargate Universe’, which was an excellent start to the new season and, episode twelve of series eleven of C.S.I. which had been a homage to the films of the late forties and early fifties, like those of Phillip Marlowe, a proper film noir, with as a co-star, Dita Von Teese.
And then, it’d been straight to bed: at 01:59 of Saturday morning.
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