Someone's making me out to be a liar......

......and I think it's me. When I started this, I said I wouldn't be posting very often. Now I've been home for a grand total of two and a half days, and this is my second post from home. Oh well.

Anyway, on to this morning's post. Yesterday, my dad and I went to see Star Trek. Being the nerds we are, we've each seen almost every episode (if not every episode) of all the different series--even the mostly forgotten cartoon series. He's seen all the previous movies, but I haven't even seen one all the way through--a reason for shame on my dad's side of the family. It was a good movie. There were some things that seemed to be put in just to make fans of the old series laugh--like Bones saying he thinks he'll like Spock toward the beginning of the movie.

My dad seemed slightly confused when I looked away during the scene where Kirk was in Uhura's dorm room--with her roommate. This was the only scene where women showed that much skin, which actually makes it slightly cleaner than the original series, where most episodes featured a female character that wore nearly nothing.

There were only about 10-12 people in the theater, but for a 1:20pm showing when there's a 1:50pm showing in the next theater over, that's pretty good. The ones that sat near the center seemed to be about the same nerd level as my dad and me--the kind of people that would notice inconsistencies from the series, but wouldn't start screaming about them and calling for blood. There were inconsistencies, but the writers found a loophole--and that's actually more than I should say about that. I hope there's a sequel.

An update on the lighting situation here. We now have night-lights in the kitchen and bathroom, so you can actually see what's happening. Unfortunately, I still managed to find a thumb tack the hard way. When I tried to pull it out myself, I stopped as soon as I found resistance, so I limped to my mom and had her pull it out. My dad thinks he should be able to replace the breaker by himself, but it may be that there's a short somewhere in the house. We'll see how things go with that. If he does try to replace it himself, I'm likely to be standing about 10 feet away, ready to call 911 just in case and praying that I don't have to--just like the flea bombs when I was 8 or 9.

My stomach is starting to get upset with me now. I should go feed it.