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...when you remember a movie you saw years and years ago, but by remember it means you remember a vague plot without knowing the title or the actors who were in it? How do you look THAT up on imdb? How do you describe the plot or summary in such a way that a title (or year) might jump out at you?

'Cause I was having one of those moments.

Well... I actually had to do a bit of googling that led to some wiki-ing, and then I was able to imdb it. I know it was made in the eighties. I know that it had a few central main characters, one being an old couple, and there was a mostly mute boxer. He was kinda simple from head injuries, or something. And there were these little ufo type creatures that fixed things for scrap metal. But what was it called?

So I googled "movie ufos fix things for scrap metal" and saw a wiki page of "List of Robots in fiction" that led to a title *batteries not included (1987) which is precisely the movie I was looking for. I seriously need to find that movie again, and watch it.

...who else remembers this movie?

Fin.

Okay, so, um, Saturday was my best mate pandoras_evil_t's birthday. Her 21st, in fact. Big shindig like thing planned. Ish.

Well, dinner at Valentines where we all dressed v. v. nice and somehow managed not to get pished or spend a hell of a lot on the bar tab. And then Damo, Ange, Anita and I were off out on the town (after Ange and I did some creative changing in the car to clothes more fit for bar crawling).

But, let me start at the beginning.

Early afternoon found me frustrated and swearing, as my attempts at ironing the wrinkles out of my dress appeared to be... nonexistant. Given that it's a dryclean only dress and I had to use the low setting on the iron, I mean, I don't know. I don't know a fucking thing about ironing, but the wrinkles were not fucking off. And then Ange texted me asking if I wanted to come over early, watch some SG-1, and still hang out while she and Damo were off at Zuki's where she was getting all sorts of pampered.

I still hadn't straightened my hair. But okay. Shoved things into a bag, and headed on over. A couple streets away from her place, I looked down and, to my shock, disovered a Samsung mp3 player that, while clearly having been run over at least once (the headphones were crushed) was still intact and working. And whoever it was that lost it has a fairly decent taste in music. Now I just gotta find myself the software, somewhere, somehow...

Watched SG-1. Ange came home in time to just about cry over Daniel dying after pulling a Spock. And then we had a minor Danielgasm at the special features tribute to him. Hee.

Dinner was fine. She got lots of cool gifts, and I was almost (but not quite) tempted to try the baby octopus they had on offer... but they were just a little too disturbing. And Ange wasn't nearly drunk enough for us to trick/dare her into trying one. No matter.

First bar we were at, decided to play some pool, doubles--Me and Anita vs. Ange and Damo, which was mostly us against Damo. Ange had only played pool once before, and, well, she's never really been known for her gaming prowess. But it's not like Anita and I kicked ass. We did win the first game, and then rather spectacularly lost the second game. And owe our final victory to Ange, although the chances of us winning that one seemed a mite better than theirs, any how.

Highlights of the game include:
Ange sinking the white ball plent of times, but the only times she sunk any other ball was the black ball to bring them, and then us, to victory.
Damo being the only one to knock the white ball off the table.
Damo aiming for either two of balls and bouncing the white over both of them straight into the middle pocket.
Not to mention a couple of shots I made that, well, it was a fluke I actually sunk a ball. But still, we had a lot of fun.

Also, while we were playing, we were... approached by a group of guys on a Stag night. They each had a list of things they had to do, and, well, we helped them out a little. Um. I helped them out most. See, the groom needed to acquire a pair of women's panties.

So I sold mine to him for $20.

And then I ended up giving up my pantyhose to one of the other guys, while Ange gave another her stockings.

This may be whiy I oughtn't go out on the town anymore. I do crazy stuff that involves a fair amount of shamelessness, and, usually, a lacking of sobriety. I go and do it stone fucking sober. Go me!

We wandered around a couple other places, but the music was rather shite and I didn't have a real hankering for getting pished. Also, I forgot to think about the fact that straightening my hair and not wearing my glasses makes me not resemble my passport photo so much. Once place I had to give my name and birthdate and have both bouncers look at me vs. my picture. Anyway, we went home about one something in the morning.

Slept late; missed Anita leaving but found $20 she dropped by the door. Um, decided to watch Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure 'til Ange and Damo got up. Not long afer they got up and the movie finished, we went to the Base to look into acquire Season 6 of SG-1. Well, first we had lunch at BK, where I had possibly the best burger I have had in ages. The Ultimate Double Whopper? It's... a proper size burger. With, like, all sorts of tasty ingredients. I was very satisfied.

Anyway, Wharehouse at the Base didn't have Season 6, but the Hilcrest store did, so we went over there and got it, plus a couple of movies, and some meat for dinner, then we went to Ange's mum's. She'd taken most of Ange's presents and the leftover cake home just so we didn't have to worry about them in the car while we were out on the town. Grabbed all that stuff and then went back to their place.

Yay, watched the first couple discs... had kinda forgotten how cute in a lost puppy kind of way Corin Nemec/Jonas Quinn can be. Also was amused at the return of McKay, after the poor guy got shipped off to Siberia (although he was being a right royal prick, that time). Still, I love me some SG-1.

And now I'm caught up on my f-list. Yay.

Fin.

The other day I found a dollar and then then twenty cents just laying on the ground. Because, of course, I so totally want to be picking more change. What with the fact they're going to up and change it all now. Bye-bye 5c pieces...gods, I remember when we used to have 1 & 2 cent coins too... I don't remember 1 & 2 dollar bills, or when they changed them to coins. But now their dropping the 5c, and downsizing and making lighter 10, 20, and 50 cent coins...making 10 cent coins copper-coloured now too.

So I've gone and spent all my spare change. I only had $2.80 of it, so I bought a cream bun and a chocolate caramel slice. Yummmm. Good stuff.

My cold is getting better. The cough isn't as bad, and while my nose is still sometimes runny and stuff, it's...sorta like before I was sick instead of all cloggy and shit. No headaches, either. I think I hate the headaches almost as much as coughing... 'cause the headaches don't go away with a drink like if it was just dehydration. And I hate the coughing 'cause of when I got bronchitus when I was ten. Worst shit ever. A blocked nose is (somewhat) more bearable, methinks.

Anyhoodie...

Got Iain his b-day present. It's one of those pin-art thingies... like pandoras_evil_t got for the_chief_80 for some occasion or other that I have now forgotten. And it's colourful--instead of the metal pins, they're these blue ones. Probably looks tres awesome under blacklight. I'm sure he'll like it.

Speaking of Iain, he burned me a copy of the Yellow Submarine songtrack when I saw him on Sunday. So when I'm not rockin' out to my Foo Fighter's CDs that I bought with the voucher he gave me, then I'm listening to the Beatles. Good stuff. :D

Was drinking last night. *snerk* Got through about half a bottle of Jim Beam black with Glenn before I gave up for the night. As much as I love bourbon and coke, it's not quite in me to drink a whole bottle in one night. Or even half of one, really. Still, it's cool hanging out and drinking with Glenn and his buddies. I may be the youngest of the lot, but they're not super-creepy or hitting on me or anything.

Ohh, and last night NCIS started back up. Zomg. *fangirly squee* I've been looking forward to this for so long now... Tony, as usual, I love. Abby is awesome and I always think of diea because I knew before I ever found out she watched the show that Abby'd be her fave (and remind her of me somewhat). I'm totally with her on the love for Ziva, too, like, with the way she was teasing Tony. 'Twas hilarious.

MMmm...think that's about all I've got for now. Started a new term and it's going okay. :)

Fin.