This week on Springer: I Talk To My Dead Relatives

Strange doings at work - mystery rows are appearing in the database.  Frighten, frighten.

Saw Spiderman #2 at the mrssshhh's birthday.  Giant fun movie, with only two minor criticisms.  #1: Between this movie and I-Robot, Hollywood appears to be run by Luddites.  It's not enough for Octavius to be just mad any more, or even driven to madness over ( Spoiler )

(which, to be fair, has been done), no, now he has to be ( Spoiler )

.  Because all technology will inevitably turn against its creators.  My other criticism of the movie is the amount of screaming ladies.  No action scene was complete without at least one hapless female shrieking her lungs out.

Still, technophobia aside, Octavius (I refuse to say "Doc Ock", though may occasionally say "Octopus") was superb.  He moved exactly the way I always imagined, and the new segmented arms worked a treat, serving to extend his reach but also collapse down to a convenient size.  For the uninitiated, the comic book tentacles are cylinders with lines, or at best hinges, which always seemed - to me - to be quite limited in range and not particularly dangerous bludgeoning weapons.  These new ones are much heavier and look like they could do some serious damage just by grazing you with the arm, never mind the actual claws with crazy extensible spike.  (Which seems to me a little out of place in scientific apparatus, and isn't that supposed to be where the camera is?)  The one flaw with the setup is that I don't think his puny legs and spine could possibly support that industrial setup, though they seem to have realised this and had a couple of the legs brace him whenever they're doing something particularly strenuous, like catching cars or murdering.  Rattlesnake noise was cheesy, but effective.

Favourite scene: ( Spoiler )

Was quite surprised by the sheer number of people who ( spoiler )

Interested to see what SM#3's villain will be, since they've set up ( Spoiler )

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EDITED TO ADD: Yeah, also spent much of the movie staring at Maguire's big baby blues. I don't care which way you swing, that's just a thing of beauty. Mmmm.

That's enough movie review for now.  And now, meme.

( Mmmmm, phallic )

Yeah, um

I can see that BBC Cult are all excited about the new Who series.  So am I.

But, really.

There are limits.

On the other hand, some things are worth reporting...

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As I was watching Spiderman #2 yesterday, almost every Dunst/Maguire scene made me think of bacony-who-is-Katy.  (Well, that and "OMG blue eyes so much," which in turn made me think of Katy again.)  So I spent a certain amount of time thinking about the breakup, and exactly what it means.

Logistically it's not such a big thing.  Lord knows I was spending few enough nights at "home" - four nights out of seven at the best of times; usually less, especially now I've started sleeping at Nook's every Tuesday - and even when I was there she'd likely go to bed before I got home.  We only rarely ate together.  I'd go for weeks without seeing her.  Even when we were in the same place at the same time it was likely that I would be on my computer while she watched TV, or played on her computer, or crocheted, or knitted, or painted dragons.  Or whatever.  So removing her from the equation does not massively reduce the amount of actual facetime.

(Of course this only means very little change from my point of view.  It's a massive change for Katy, she has to get used to somebody else being there full time ... but in terms of Andy interaction, yeah, not so much)

Effectively, then, what it means is we won't intersect naturally.  All I had to do to spend a night with Katy - in the Old Country - was to stay in on a night when she was also staying in.  For all the weeks that went by without contact, there was the occasional weekend when neither of us would leave the house and we'd eat pizza and icecream (non-dairy) and talk of days past.  Or cock.  Now we'll have to actually make effort, arrange times and places and such (LARP notwithstanding).  Katy will no longer be the default setting, which does depress me somewhat.

And of course we're going to have to go through all our things, which were hurriedly boxed up together.  DVDs, videos and kitchenware mostly, but there's also some miscellaneous stuff that just got thrown together in the last few boxes.  Hmm, I'll also see batelf less, since I'm not the one he's stalking ... though he mostly visited when Katy was vulnerable alone, so not so much.

So, yeah, Katy gets first refusal on any lodging opportunities that may arise.  Sorry mrssshhh ... though of course if she turns me down I'd love to take you.

In.

As a lodger.