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Oct. 11th, 2009 02:27 pmI set out with the best will in the world to meet up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sola and her friend V. yesterday, to go see Zombieland. Unfortunately, I was still decompressing from the week at work; I'd been tossing and turning all night, and I was both exhausted and high-strung when we met up. Then, things got livelier:
1) Moviefone's listing was inaccurate, and 9 wasn't showing until 10 PM, and was showing nowhere else in Manhattan.
2) I went to get a coffee from the B&N Starbucks; my change amount to about nine cents, so I walked away... and the cashier yelled, "Sir- your change!" after me in such a loud and accusatory tone of voice, everyone's head snapped around as though I'd stolen something.
3) As I was washing my face in the bathroom, calming down from that, I suddenly felt someone grab my shirt, and unbutton the top button. I was once almost sexually assaulted in near-identical circumstances when I was working at the LGBT Center late at night, when I thought I was alone in the building, and wound up chasing the guy down 13th Street; suffice to say, I do not do well with being randomly grabbed. Fortunately, something stopped me from hitting the guy; I was snapping "What the hell are you doing?" at him, when I belatedly realized his rather blank stare. It turned out he was disabled; there was a woman waiting for him outside the bathroom, who apologized to me- but at that point, I was officially out of spoons; I bagged on the movie, went home... and spent the night having nightmares about Jonestown. (Turns out there was some sort of TV special on it last night, although I didn't watch, or know about it.)
Anyway- today seems blessedly calmer, so far; I have a day of apartment cleaning and CD alphabetizing planned, followed by watching Brainstorm, one of my very favorite SF movies from when I was a kid. (It was directed by Douglas Trumbull, who also directed Silent Running- another favorite- although he's better known for doing visual FX work for 2001, Close Encounters, and Blade Runner, among others. Always made me sad he didn't direct more; his SF work was consistently intelligent and imaginative, with a nice humanist bent.)
sola and her friend V. yesterday, to go see Zombieland. Unfortunately, I was still decompressing from the week at work; I'd been tossing and turning all night, and I was both exhausted and high-strung when we met up. Then, things got livelier:1) Moviefone's listing was inaccurate, and 9 wasn't showing until 10 PM, and was showing nowhere else in Manhattan.
2) I went to get a coffee from the B&N Starbucks; my change amount to about nine cents, so I walked away... and the cashier yelled, "Sir- your change!" after me in such a loud and accusatory tone of voice, everyone's head snapped around as though I'd stolen something.
3) As I was washing my face in the bathroom, calming down from that, I suddenly felt someone grab my shirt, and unbutton the top button. I was once almost sexually assaulted in near-identical circumstances when I was working at the LGBT Center late at night, when I thought I was alone in the building, and wound up chasing the guy down 13th Street; suffice to say, I do not do well with being randomly grabbed. Fortunately, something stopped me from hitting the guy; I was snapping "What the hell are you doing?" at him, when I belatedly realized his rather blank stare. It turned out he was disabled; there was a woman waiting for him outside the bathroom, who apologized to me- but at that point, I was officially out of spoons; I bagged on the movie, went home... and spent the night having nightmares about Jonestown. (Turns out there was some sort of TV special on it last night, although I didn't watch, or know about it.)
Anyway- today seems blessedly calmer, so far; I have a day of apartment cleaning and CD alphabetizing planned, followed by watching Brainstorm, one of my very favorite SF movies from when I was a kid. (It was directed by Douglas Trumbull, who also directed Silent Running- another favorite- although he's better known for doing visual FX work for 2001, Close Encounters, and Blade Runner, among others. Always made me sad he didn't direct more; his SF work was consistently intelligent and imaginative, with a nice humanist bent.)
