After a lot of waiting, I finally received my order from Achewood a few days ago; hopefully the shirts will shrink, as they're a bit beefier than I'd like. I'm kinda in between small and medium, but I daren't order smalls from anywhere because sometimes they're actually too small to wear.

With a medium shirt... well, maybe I'll get fat. I did make a pound of this ridiculous pasta that's all bacon and cheese and eggs.

Last night Jenna, Barry, and Our Bold Hero saw 30 Days of Night. It wasn't great, but it had a few good moments. I love vampire movies and I'd read the graphic novel (much better ending), so I wasn't too disappointed; however, I get the impression that those two liked it less than I did. Also, our theater was unusually well-supplied with young punks.

It's getting more and more difficult to justify actually going to theater. I can see going there on a date, or to see a comedy, or going to see some Movie Event on the Ultrasceen, but here's a mental experiment: would you rather watch a horror movie at home on a couch in the dark, or at a theater full of inconsiderate strangers, a place where they don't even turn the house lights all the way down?

That train of thought took me to Blockbuster after I'd dropped those two off. I ended up renting The Simpsons Game, a mildly amusing platformer with many problems. Don't buy this game. Supposedly it only takes about eight hours to beat, so I'm gonna try to get through it this weekend.