Friday: Bond movie. I was worried that all the gadget porn on the screen (The British have full scale Microsoft Surface computers in MI6!) that people would be flipping open their own inadequate cell phones during the movie. Not one person did, and the movie theatre was packed. As well, no yappy people around us, which was good because this movie moves unapologetically fast so pay attention. I would have to say it’s better than Casino Royale, which makes it my favorite Bond film to date.

Saturday: We both got called into work. SharkBoy was pulling overtime while I had to shoot off an emergency press release for cheap 2 for 1 airline tickets to Australia. I got a day off in lieu so I was happy. I got back home to a big bag of laundry that bitched at me from the hallway the entire time I was on the Xbox.

“Clean me!”

“Fuck you! I’m nearly done this level!”

At 4pm, I walked past the bag of laundry, out the door, to meet SharkBoy and we went off to Imperial tattoo where the finishing touches are all but done on my Sci Fi back piece. Now that the robot is dark again after 10 years of fade, I want the astronaut a tad darker. But I’m going to take a break. The reworking we did was just 12 days after having stuff done so it was super painful. My back still feels like I was dragged behind an Arkansas General Lee truck for a mile or two.

Sunday: We did some selfish Xmas shopping for ourselves. SharkBoy got a belt, a hat and new gloves that popped a button 20 minutes away from the store. I got new gloves from Marks Work Warehouse. It’s obvious our styles are utterly different from each other when it comes to accessories. SharkBoy’s gloves are smooth black leather while mine are flashy white/gray/black skin tight workman’s gloves designed to grip tools. Neither of our gloves operate an iPhone, however. Sharkboy had to make concessions because it was those flashy gloves or the Baseball hat with the LED embedded in the brim.

We were going to head over to the Photogs for a housewarming party but their dog, Mickey, was ill and they cancelled last minute. I’m hoping he’s doing ok today.

Instead we sat at home with a good DVD: The History Channel’s Modern Marvels show about Disney World.

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Did I mention we’re going back in June 2009 for Gay Days? No? Don’t you read Sharkboy.ca? We’ve rebooked the same hotel (Pop Century), same flights (WestJet) but with an extra day where we might spend at the Kennedy Space Center to look at rockets. But the meat of the week will be oggling bears at Tidal Wave and showing Prop 8 Supporters that Canada’s society hasn’t unraveled due to gay marriages as we wander the parks in our red shirts (I think we’ll be doing different red shirts per park this year). You going? Let us know!
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Anyway, one thing I want to mention on the video was one park developer actually choked up when discussing Walt’s death nearly 40 years after his passing. That’s a hell of a boss to make that strong of an impression on a staff. Sort of like Jesusevlis!

That evening, we totally vegged further on the couch and watched bits of Bond films, Amazing Race and a touch of Clone Wars.

Things that made us laugh this weekend:

Impersonating Faye Dunaway. If you get the chance, watch Gia, one of Angelina Jolie’s first movies. Ms Dunaway plays a mumbling, scene chewing Wilhelmina Cooper. Possibly drunk the entire movie shoot. You too can play: mumble for about 20 seconds and then throw in a coherent clear laugh.

Bond Movie Effects Dummies: I’m pretty sure the effects department used the same cloth dummy for View to a Kill and Licence to Kill. Both dummies got thrown from a great height, both had their elbows and knees bend in impossible directions as they floated earthward.