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First, let me get this out of the way:

1. If your kid keeps screaming, take it out of the theater. Sorry, yes, you just ate nine dollars. Too bad. Just because it's rated G doesn't mean there won't be moments that are startling or loud or otherwise scary to a toddler.

2. A guy behind us had his cell phone on vibrate, because I didn't hear it ring, but he answered it, and held a conversation for several minutes. Turning around and glaring didn't do shit, and neither did someone else shushing, so I finally turned and said, "Could you get off the phone? That's incredibly rude." Get off your fucking phone! What is wrong with people?!

And I almost never speak up to people like that, so I was proud of myself. Because he did get off the phone after that.

But! Other than those two things: Ratatouille was fucking awesome. It was sweet! It was funny! The computer animation stuff was draw-droppingly good--I seriously could not have told the difference between a lot of that stuff and a photograph.

And squee! Ratties! They had obviously paid good attention to their rat models in the studio--the way the rats moved (when not acting cartoonishly human, especially the main character) was very accurate. The way they ran, or sniffed, or stood up, was well-done. The detail in their fur! The way rats look when freshly bathed, ha ha ha, just like my rats. Their teeth were made more people-like, and it's not like the guys had huge testicles, but hey, it's a kid's movie.

We stuck around for the credits because the animation for them was entertaining, and near the end they thank the "Production Babies" and then have a few dozen first names. That's right--the rat models are in the credits. And they called them Babies. Gives me a huge case of the warm fuzzies. Aaaaww!!

ETA: Apparently "production babies" are human babies born during the making of the movie. Dang.

Strange but True:

My getting obsessed again with going to Iceland, always seems to coincide with a Bjork kick on my iPod.

I'm sure it's complete coincidence.

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Oh, and someone needs to hide my Visa card from me before I just decide "Oh, fuck it" and buy a week-long trip to Reykjavik for this September. I could totally go by myself--it's a damn safe country, just about everyone speaks at least a little English. And most of the hostels have internet computers now, so I could post pictures and talk about what I've seen every single day, which would take a lot of the edge off of being alone.

Fuck.

When I go, I'm totally wearing my A.T. Mahan Puffins tshirt when I go on the runtur (pub crawl). Chances are, no one will recognize it, but I don't care. It will be my own private joke. Although I'm sure after a few shots of brennivin (a schnapps made with potatoes, flavored with caraway, and nicknamed "black death"), I'll start telling everyone within earshot that I used to live in Keflavik, dammit, and that makes me no ordinary tourist.

No, it makes me someone willing to travel to the most expensive country in Europe just so I can make more of my memories of Iceland, pleasant ones.

The last time I wore that tshirt to work, one of the alcohol and drug counselors who is young and kinda hot, told me he liked puffins. I told him where the shirt was from and he asked me if I knew that Sigur Ros was from Iceland. I said yes, and that so was Mum (two bands, btw, that I have not listened to very much). He was all excited and was like, "No shit, really?!" *LOL*

If I go for only a week, my expenses while there probably won't add up the price of my plane ticket. >_

Gratuitous Icon Post

Not bad for a cell phone shot. And I finally have a new default icon...the one of my legs was over a year old. o_O I've never had a default icon for that long.

For those of you who don't live in Portland, the logo means "this is an official bike route." The city has designated bike routes all over Portland (especially in my part of town), and usually they're vaguely parallel to major roads that are too narrow and/or dangerous for bike lanes. The arrow in the logo tells you when and where to turn to stay on the bike route.

This one was taken at SE 20th and Harrison, just a few blocks from where I'm moving.

You can tell that's a bike in the white circle, yes? And that it's a shadow of a bike in front of it? I can always take another picture or change where I cropped the shot to give more or less detail.

LJ is so awesome. I just told it to upload the image to my icons, and it popped up with a page to crop it to icon size and give it a border. Nice.

More Iceland stuff--I have been doing this *all afternoon*

This is going to be totally boring for most of you. If you're really interested, though, you can find out exactly how expensive my possible trip is going to be:

( No, really, Iceland is expensive! )

So, my total estimated cost for this trip? Just over $2000. Aaaaauugh!

What I think is kinda amusing is the place I want to go once I've been to Iceland, is Amsterdam. No, just because I can get legal weed in cafes, or ogle prostitutes. But because you can get everywhere in the city by bike!

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On a completely unrelated note, American Apparel is having a sale, but only online. The top I bought yesterday is eight bucks cheaper online. *headslap* But, uh...I just bought a bikini. o_O I didn't know the zip code for my new place, so I told them to ship it here.

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I meant to do more today. Grrr. I move in how many days? I need to go through my boxes again, and pack up the stuff in my bedroom. Ugh. I also need to wash a lot of stuff...my old dishes are still in boxes filled with chewed-up newspaper and mouse droppings, and I'm not storing them in that nice basement storage like that.

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Help out a UofO student, and take her survey! It only took me about five-ten minutes. It asks how much you agree or disagree with a list of statements. She's trying to get people of all variations of diet to take it, from omni to vegan.

Yes, some of the statements are ambiguous or loaded...she took the quotes from various people's blogs.

I thought it was interesting, though.