Lots of Monkeys

I’ve got a clock that’s managed to stop. I think the battery is out. It’s not broken, but it lacks enough power to bring the second hand around past the eight. So, it twitches there like a fly on its back. Once a second. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.

So basically, this clock is not completely wrong, but it’s right twice a day. And it turns out that it’s the only two times of the day that I look at it. For the past two days now, I’ve looked at the clock, realized it was wrong, then checked the nearest correct clock. And of course, the times have been correct. I’ve checked the clock at nine forty-seven each morning and evening.

I just came back from the DMV.

Unfortunately, I came back with nothing that I wanted to get, namely, a District of Columbia Driver’s License. The wait, was merely an hour. And then, I didn’t have the proper documents. One would think that they would place what qualifies as an official document on the website, but no. Sadly, distinctly, no.

Strange how the weeks can fly by. Or even the years, for that matter. Nine years ago I barely missed a plane to Washington, DC. They had to open the door for me. I’m placed in a new city, by myself. I’ve got no family, no support–nothing.

And I find myself nine years later, loving the place.

I’ve made friends. I’ve lost friends. I fell in love a couple times, with wonderful girls that I never would have met otherwise. I’ve moved several times. I’ve not had a car. (Never needed one, here.) I’d like a car. I’ve watched some Star Wars (okay, all of them) at a theater called the Uptown. I’ve got restaurants that recognize me as a regular. I’ve got a “pad” relatively close to downtown. I don’t live in the suburbs. I know the metro better than I know the above ground streets.

I’ve grown into a Washingtonian and I don’t know how.

Nine years.

And I still think that waiting until 2003 for the Matrix Reloaded is too damn long.

That wasn’t so bad. I had a great experience with everyone. Good seats, better company (although the parent and child seated in front of us may not have thought so. . .) made the movie all the much more enjoyable. Of course, any film has flaws in the plot that can be picked apart and made fun of any number of viewings later. This isn’t about that. This is about enjoyment of a movie. All in all, I had a great time, and I had a wonderful experience with the admiration of the Park Saber that I had purchased previously. It was completely worth it. I think that JungFroid and I were probably on a number of morning news broadcasts. Good stuff. Now, all that remains is for me to wait a week and watch it again. Any takers?

By the way, the Matrix Reloaded trailer was shown. There are swords. Swords. Now there are swords and gun-fu. I absolutely cannot wait.

Fandango did NOT work, however the Uptown was nice enough to take us on our word that we purchased the number of tickets that we purchased.

So, no review. No spoilers. Sorry.

Quotes:
“This is why people hate us!!”
“We need you to fight in the background while we film this teaser footage.”
“I think I taste blood.”

After Matrix Trailer:
On screen: Matrix Reloaded
Audience: “Yay! WOOHOO!”
On screen: 2003
Audience “BOOOOOOOOOO! BOOO!”

I couldn’t really sleep. . . On to the Line!