Life and Times

I’m quite a bit behind on blogging, I’ve sorta lost heart for it for some reason.

Setting up for filming next week, most things are coming together and the glitches seem to be Someone Elses Problem to use a hitch hiker’s guide to the galaxy term. Of course, in such a small group, every problem is everyone elses problem, but it’s nice to think of it as not mine anyway.

Nifty stuff I guess

I just woke up, so much for getting to Boise at a decent time, but I fell asleep after 5am, just couldn’t sleep.

I have a tendancy to get lost, and/or show up at the wrong location.

Went to get an MRI on my knee today, went right to where I thought I had been told to go, and the nice girl at the desk couldn’t find any record what-so-ever of me under name, age, social security number, etc… and wanted to know if I was certain I had been told to go to the mall instead of the hospital. (It’s a satelite branch of KGH). Well, as far as I knew I had been… she called across the street and found I was aparently told it was NEXT TO the medical mall. Oh well.

Nothing much to say about the MRI, I did an in depth study of the ceiling tiles and noted that the building seemed to have it’s ceilings cobbled together and that the panels in the MRI room I was in did not go with the metal stripping. Elsewhere was a mix of sizes.

Did some work on thestepsmovie.com, turning a design I sketched on paper yesterday into a workable site integrated into Plone for easy updating and the possibility of getting cast participation. It looks ok, have some design issues that I hadn’t thought of that need to be fixed, and then Ben needs to redo the images.

Went to see King Arthur today, missed the first couple minutes because I couldn’t find the way to the theater, I drove probably 10 miles from when I first saw it to when I finally arrived to find that 1) they don’t want to see my Regal Cinemas card, and 2) they don’t want to see my mastercard either.

David saw it twice in 2 days I think and gave rave reviews, and called me up today to tell me I had to go see it and I had to envision Clive Owen (Arthur) spinning a steering wheel and snapping his fingers to the “Woohoo” by Blur and know that a stunt double for Madonna was in the back seat as he spun around a corner leaving tire tracks.

Ben however gave it a fairly negative review, noting however that the fight on the ice was excellent.

I’m going to weight in with a thumbs up, it’s a moving story about friendship more than anything else and does well there. It does well in general if one can dissociate it from the normal King Arthur legends.

Downside was that I thought Keira Knightly was very poorly cast for the role of Guinevere. I was one of the ones that thought she was good in Pirate’s of the Caribean, but perhaps that role just suited her better. *shrug* She really was almost a bit part, there to remind Arthur that he is half Briton and perhaps the people (read: her?) are worth him fighting for.

But all in all a good movie and worth going to see, and yes, the ice battle was really good.

In other news, it was 105 according to my car (well, last I had looked at it, it started at 102 and was going up one every few minutes). It’s _still_ 80 outside and since the AC here has NO ABILITY to cool the upstairs it’s about 85, which is borderline for me not being able to sleep… cooler than it has been in this room though… tempted to pull my cot out of the car and setup in the living room.

Memory. Most of my readers are familiar at least to some extent (since you all in general know me personally) how far the degredation of my memory has advanced. In doing so though, it has left me with little memory of what it was like before. I know, having been told, that I have never had any useful recall of names or dates. That is about the extent of what I know about how it was though, and so I always tend to be amazed at others, in much the same way as I am amazed at any other feat that I have no ability to do, even with practice, walking on my hands, marathons, pitching in baseball, etc.

Given all of this, it’s always interesting when someone I have known, as best as I can recall, forever, telling someone else how we met. For instance, Ben assures me we must have met on the bus to King’s West in 9th grade. Which technically puts him in the category of friends since I got sick as that was about the same time. I have no memory of not knowing him, I can just assume that based upon that there _were_ 14 or 15 years prior that I lived without knowing him.

I bring all of this up because one of my oldest (as best I can tell working out times and dates and what not) friends was explaining last night how we met. I’ve worked out this oldest bit just now actually as the earliest memory I can find of her is only 9 years ago, but apparently we met because our mothers worked together and looked similar enough to be mistaken. I know my mother worked there, I can actually place a couple memories, without timestamps unfortunately, as having been there, but the latest I can move that to would be about 3rd grade, or age 9, 13 years ago. 2 years later I know of activities that involved the rest of her family at any rate, despite a lack of concrete memories of any specific events.

Anyway, figured I would give a bit of insight as to how I end up working things out in my mind, I figure most of my memories are still in there somewhere, and usually I can, given enough time and other information recall them in a similar manner to above. This was a fairly simple and straightforward effort though, and only took me a few minutes and the answer is of absolutely no consquence, and I can put the answer back as earlier than I could possibly have remembered even without memory loss which is close enough to forever in my mind.