My poor blog. It was hit by the lethal combination of the sudden nothingness of summer and a few days without internet. The internet was my bad. Something weird was going on with the connection, and I didn't know that I was supposed to unplug the router for a few seconds. I hit the reset button instead. A few days and a grandpa later and we were right as rain again.
My brother was here for the week, talking cars with my dad and pushing people's buttons. He's always interesting company, even if he does talk way louder than he needs to.
Perhaps the highlight of my season of freedom thus far was going to see Thor on Wednesday with my friends and family. It was a fantastic film. I especially loved the design of Asgard. If you hear of any housing opportunities, I'd like to move there. Some of the liberties they took with the mythos amused me, but they were understandable. You have to bend a few facts if you want to stick an old Norse deity into a comic universe. The one thing I didn't understand was why they had Odin missing his right eye. I can understand fudging why he lost an eye, but why switch which eye it was? That's just unnecessary. Which is a great lead-in for my Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief rant, but I'll save that for another time.
Even better than the movie was the aftermath. Bonster, my friend Sidney, and I started calling dibs on attractive male celebrities. After three solids hours of claiming actors, we were starting to have a little trouble thinking of more. It was glorious. My conversations with Sidney are always so productive.
Listening to: Charlie St. Cloud
Reading: Wolfcry by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes