greenstorm | This Is My Life.

Well. I haven't been very independent lately, but I've been enjoying myself nonetheless. I went to Hellboy with 'them' and recognised explicitly that i have a huge appreciation for comic-book sensibility, especially that cartoon sort of moral dilemma/dark loneliness/huge powers/we're different because we're alone thing going on. I think that in some ways comic book stuff like that serves as the abstract art of storytelling.

My rat babies are growing like crazy, which is wonderful. :) I looked at the local (Vancouver Island) rattery page again, and they have new babies up. I'm thinking, well, three wouldn't be that much more than two... *sigh* They've got one named Myth, which seems like a sign... *sigh* ...but no impulsiveness right now, I think. Perhaps in a little while. I do love those I have, and training them's definitely some work.

The garden's mostly being done by the Juggler over there -- due to the new system (which I like so far) I don't tend to 'hang out' over there much, and so most of my time is focused and therefore not private gardening time. I don't feel any pressure to change that yet, though I expect at some point I'll start going to visit the garden instead of people. We'll see how that works with this shift I'm making to more alone-time with people. I worry about running out of time, or treading on their time with each other, but that can of course be resolved as it becomes a problem or beforehand with communication.

Our sofas are gone, replaced by the futon, so we now have to sort of sleeping venues in the apartment. This may simplify things.

Now I need a big hammock stand and/or a cooshy basket chair, because the futon's a pretty sit-upright sort of furniture and I never sit upright.

There were a bunch of movies previewed that I want to see, specifically I, Robot (I will close my eyes through the credits so I won't associate it with Asimov's stuff, then I'll enjoy the booms) and something about some guy bent on vengeance where he blows things up to kill John Travolta. I like things blowing up.

There is also a movie called 'White Chicks' which is probably the movie which I least want to see in the world. Not sure how these particular previews were supposed to be targetted, but they seems to be a bit scattered.

Also, I need to get a bunch of plaster-hangers, to stick some things up on the wall. We'll be here for a bit for sure now, not moving, so might as well settle in.

Take care.