Good Morning Neva Land

Yesterday was a day at work. People came in, I helped them as best as I could, and people left. After work I went to see Incredibles with Jess. Not to be confused with Jessica or Jesse. Jessica is my sister. Jesse is a guy. Jess is Jessica that I call Jess because I know too many people with names that sound similar so any defination between them label-wise makes it easier for people to know who I’m talking about without haveing to explain it to them every time… just once. Hopefully. Anyway, The Incredibles was a very good movie, I thought. Action. Adventure. Charecters struggling with their family and who they are, and nice happy ending. I enjoyed the plot and found it all very well thought out, as I find Pixar movies normaly are. Jess wasn’t so impressed… but she tends to get a gut feeling in her persona and once it’s there it doesn’t like to stray. For this movie the baby wierded her out and that’s all she talks about even though it was 5 seconds of the hour and 45 minute movie.

Back to the plot thing, because it’s something to talk about. While watching Pirates of the Carribean I realised that what truely makes any form of entertainment great are the writers. Pirates is the most fun I’ve seen a movie since The Princess Bride. Those are the kinds of movies I see over and over. The ones that use cleaver and witty banter effortlessly as they interweave plots on top of plots. Mmm… nothing as tastey as a movie that intregues interest and makes you think, laugh, and go ohhh and ahh at the same time. 🙂

Now What?

Yesterday morning I did laundry, washed dishes and learned pirates of the carabbean tunes before work… I was being so efficiant that monrning, I actually showed up to work a half-hour early. DOH! Nothing eventfull happened during the work shift. I ate lunch at Wendy’s and talked to all my old comrades; I used to work there. After closing I came home and goofed off on the internet until I bored myself to sleep.

This morning I woke up, peeked my head around the hallway corner and shouted, “GOOD MORNING MOTHER!” as my ma’ was pooring juice… it was one of those spur of the moment meschivious acts. She jumped and spilled some juice.