Serenity opens up on Friday. The movie I’ve been looking forward to since, oh, when it was first hinted that it might happen. This Friday.
The chances are passing slim that I’ll be seeing it then.
Let’s see — I work in the morning. Life’s way too busy at the office now (he said in the same gift of understatement by which he referenced Hurricane Katrina as ‘that spot of weather down south’) to play hookey.
In the afternoon? Ah. Parent-Teacher Conference for Katherine. Followed by eye appointment for Katherine. (There’s a good possibility that the, oh, 100% chance that she’s going to suffer from both sides of the gene pool’s vision woes, is, in fact, going to come true.)
In the evening? Oh, nothing much, except opening night for the Cotton Patch Gospel. Y’all come now, hear? Unless, of course, you’re going to Serenity. Or MirrorMask, for that matter.
After that — say, 9 p.m. Friday night?
I have no idea. Except, of course, there’s the sitting thing (we’re raising Katherine as geekily as we can, but I suspect Serenity is a scosh over her age bracket), and there’s the Holy frell, I’m exhausted thing. Either of which can possibly be overcome, but, to be honest, I really don’t have the time or energy to do so.
(“Pity me, pity me,” he wailed.)
Ah, well. Maybe Saturday afternoon. Or Sunday night.
At least I was there for the first sneak peak showing. Otherwise I’d really be torqued.
Keep ’em flying, folks.