i believe that alan moore can feel honoured by zack snyder's effort, and i personally wouldn't care to see anybody else's interpretation.
i woke up late this morning, having slept way too much and forgetting to set an alarm, and spent a while chatting with the orange representative and ordering my 6310i's upgrade to the n95.
i cannot express how sad it makes me that the time has come.
i was pleasantly surprised with the service i got, it's extremely rare in israel to be impressed - and i definitely was.
speaking of service, i made my way to ramat gan (having a long chat with my cousin from the kibbutz along the way) and visited ceramic shops. the first store i actually had to search (unsuccessfully) for assistance, and when i found someone who worked there she couldn't be bothered to help me out.
in contrast, at the second place i went to one of the guys offered to help me and he provided me a personal workshop on the hows of all the fixes i plan on doing. it's not going to work out exactly how i wanted, but now i understand why and what i have to do.
a) get plumber in for a quote
b) buy tiles
c) have plumber construct extension to shower base
d) get measurer (yes, they have those) in to *gasp* measure
e) wait up to 21 workdays
f) have shower doors installed
so it's really a good thing that my rent here's paid up until may.
i found the place i want to make my cupboards (that'll take a month to organize, so i have to work on the sketches tomorrow), and then headed off to meet up with lake for breakfast. she was out walking the dog, and i discovered that the fire-exit affords an absolutely magnificent view of tel aviv; once i have my new phone i'm going to make a point of taking a shot or two.
we went to jaffa, an area i don't usually enjoy being in. breakfast was good and we saw many interesting flea-market items along the way - including a freakin' wagon that would go perfectly on my patio ^_^
while talking over lunch i misunderstood something lake said, and got a confused image of a rehab for people addicted to riding horses, or a rehab for addicted horses...
after a stop for bags of coffee grains we came back to tel aviv, and i came home to watch and be impressed by a couple of episodes of battlestar galactica and continue torturing myself with scales (i suck so much!). eventually i crashed for an hour, then the mongoose came over and sat with me while i gulped down some coffee before we went off to the imax.
i am horrified to have learned of freshmeat's behaviour, his behaviour is a lot uglier than i understood at first and i'm trying to convince the mongoose to take legal action for libel. that kid is disgusting.
i'm blown away by the movie, and getting into the shower and then bed.
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