I haven’t liked a “hit song within the context of a movieverse” so much since “Backdoor Lover” in Josie & the Pussycats. I thought the movie was at best moderately amusing, but the song, I find hysterical. Also it’s better than almost anything for clearing earworms, and I’d far rather be singing “Everything is awesome!” than the theme song to Sheriff Callie. @.@
(I asked on Twitter what special level of hell was reserved for people who put “Everything is Awesome” as their ring tone, and a friend said it wasn’t so much a special level as an *ironic* level, wherein one was forced to listen to it on repeat for the rest of eternity. :))
The weekend was very pleasant. Ted had gaming, so I ruthlessly abandoned him to it, gave Young Indiana to his grandparents, and went off to Pubcon, which is what happens annually in March when P-Con doesn’t. A number of people I didn’t expect to see were there, and we had a nice quiet evening of sitting around chatting, which was really nice.
And then I slept in until 10:30 on Sunday, with a brief wake-up at 8am to admire how stunningly wonderful it was to have slept until 8 without any interruption.
I spent yesterday afternoon walking up to the nearby gym-with-a-pool, which proves to be too far, realistically, for me to walk to at 6 in the morning. It’s about a 25 minute walk and for me to actually do it it probably needs to be about 15. And the first bus in the morning is way too late to be of any use. I suppose the next step is finding out whether my bike, which has been out in the weather for … some time … is tune-uppable or if it’s a lost cause. It’s not ideal anyway, but it would do for a while. Or I could go to the other one that doesn’t have a pool but is a 15 minute walk for a while, maybe. #wibbles