Based On A True Story

I went in to this movie not knowing what true story this was based on, and I’m glad I did.

Based on the trailer, I just wanted to see Cavill and Ritchson in a period piece where they were killing Nazis.

Which we got.  Jack Reacher, Nazi Killer.

But when a certain character introduced himself VERY early in the movie, I kinda started to piece together what this was based on and who one of the main characters was going to be, or rather, the inspiration for another character in a similar genre.

This is definitely going into my list of go-to films when I need something playing in the background while doing other things.

Recommended, though not necessarily a must-see in a theatre.

Four Weeks Later

–  I’ve gotten somewhat into a routine on weekends, foregoing my usual Target run, and simply staying home and unwinding and doing laundry.

–  I dropped off a good number of books to a local bookstore in the mall, and finally got around to visiting the library that I live behind and getting a library card.

–  I’m beginning to dump stuff that I brought to the apartment from the house, finding that I grabbed some stuff that I really have no use for or haven’t used in years.

–  I need to go out walking more.

–  I also need to eat better.  I lost about 10 pounds from the stress of moving, but have gained back a few of those pounds.

The New Empire

This is a fun movie.  Definitely a popcorn flick, and nothing like Godzilla Minus One.

The Kong scenes were great, and what little *koff koff* we saw of Godzilla was awesome.

There were more kaiju in this movie than the trailer would lead you to believe.

The bad guy was pretty cool, and TBH I would have loved to see a cut of this film without the humans and no dialogue, just interaction between all the monsters.

My boys were fighting together by the end of the film, and that made me very happy.

Highly recommended if you’re a fan of Godzilla, Kong, the Legendary Monsterverse, or even that Monarch series on Apple TV+

Go see it!

There’s an app for that…

I just set up the laundry room app, Wash Connect, on my phone.

Instead of hoarding quarters to do laundry I use my phone to pay for it.

The app also tells me what’s available in the laundry room, and I think it can tell me when the cycle is done.

I wondered why the machines would be on and no one was in the laundry room when I walked by, now I know.

The future is here, man.

One Week In

A few notes on my first week living in an apartment.

– I’ve had no problems with noise, I can’t even hear anything from the units on either side of me.  And so far I haven’t had anyone banging on the walls or knocking on my door to turn down my TV or radio.

– The nearby Thai restaurant is not a Thai restaurant during the day.  They serve brunch from 11am-2pm (11am-3pm on weekends).

– I appear to have enough space to keep some of my tabletop games around.

I think my first drop in the garbage chute from my floor got stuck between floors.  Whoops.  I now plan to take down my garbage to the trash room, on mornings I drive in to the office.

– Residence Services instructed me to bring any mail from the former tenant to their office.  There was quite a lot once I was able to open my mailbox.

– I think I’ll be able to have a printer around here.  Maybe two?

– Friday morning I discovered that the front part of the shower head wasn’t screwed on tight enough and it fell off during a shower, but reattaching it and tightening it appears to have fixed what I perceived as a really bad water pressure problem.

– Friday night, Grubhub though I was a robot and would allow me to use the website, perhaps because I was on my mobile hotspot on my phone, so I had to order on Doordash.

New Commute

I left the apartment for work at the same time I usually leave from the house, and somehow I got to the office a little earlier than I used to.

Even though it shows that it takes about 5 minutes longer from the apartment.

Hmph.  Weird.

Day two

What, you thought I was gonna chronicle everyday that I’m living in an apartment?

The only major thing to report at this point is that a tech came by to try to install broadband internet but for some reason my phone lines(!) are screwed up and they couldn’t hook me up.

So now I’m currently running my phone as a wifi hotspot.  Which really isn’t good enough to watch TV, but good enough for web browsing.

So it looks like I’m going to get AT&T fiber (shudder) which I decided to get instead of Xfinity.

Because of scheduling I won’t get hooked up until Monday morning.  Ack.

In other news, I brought some of my sports games over and intend to resume play soon.

Also, the shower water pressure kinda sucks.

Dear House

I wanted to say thank you for sheltering me and the rest of my siblings and my parents for almost 60 years.

There are times I know that I took you for granted, and other times that I was glad you were there for me to come home to.

I’m sorry that we failed to keep up with your issues, but I’ve found that many houses that are as old are also not in the best shape either.  Just know that we tried our best.

You’ll not be forgotten, as many friends and family have expressed how they have good memories of you.  I’m not going to list any because that would take forever, and I don’t want to start crying as I make a list.

I’ve said recently that you stopped feeling like my home some time ago.  This is not through any fault of yours, it’s just a feeling that I’ve had as I’ve gotten older.

I don’t know how I’ll feel as I move on into apartment life, I just know that I’ll probably never live in San Francisco ever again.

You were my first home.  I’ll never forget that.  You’ll probably be my first and only house that I’ve lived in and I sure as hell won’t forget that either.

Maybe your next owner will take much better care of you.  but I doubt they’ll have the same kind of memories that I have of you.

Maybe it’ll be good for you to get renovated, so you can go on to shelter others as you did my family.

Whatever the future brings, I’ll always have my memories of you.

Again, thanks.

Change

Something that everyone is frightened of, to some degree.

I’m moving to an apartment.

This is the single biggest change for me, having spent my infancy/childhood/teen/young adult/adult/etc. years in the same house, for my entire life up to now.

It’s a bit scary, yes, but I think I have most of it under some control, at this point.

I have to downsize my stuff, which at first sounded like a lot (it is) but it’s more manageable once I started moving stuff to my offsite storage unit.

Over the course of the next few months or so I’m planning to offload most everything that I’m putting in storage.

Which means donating/trashing or gifting to people.

Which means I might be asking for people’s addresses and shipping off random boxes of stuff out.

Kinda like Loot Crate, I suppose.

I did this maybe 10-15 years ago, and I’m sure some of the stuff I sent off ended up in the trash anyways.

But hey, some of the stuff I need to get rid of may be of some use to someone.

I may start a new blog as a result of all of this, too.

I guess we’ll see.