KICK-ASS

"My only superpower was being invisible to girls"--KICK-ASS

Today I saw the Marvel comic-book movie KICK-ASS at the Event Screen.  I now sit in a regular place there, at the back row half a dozen seats from the left.  This is the one about a teenager who decides to become a superhero vigilante, but he's essentially an amateur.  Then he meets two pros:  the father-daughter team of Big Daddy (Nicolas Cage, resembling Bryan Cranston in BREAKING BAD) and a bloodthirsty, foul-mouthed preteen called Hit Girl.  There's also a gangster's son who becomes Red Mist to infiltrate the superhero circle.  It's sometimes tasteless but pretty fun overall.

I've finished shelving my books.  I even shelved some of the big heap I bought in London last September, which are only seeing the light of day now.  Sometime I may have the bookcase on the north wall and the old desk on the west wall trade places, so that the latter will get in the way of the north window instead of the west.  But I'm not sure:  the west window has no curtains and the desk keeps some of the annoying evening light out.

It looks like we'll be interring Mother's ashes in Cape Breton in the last week of August.  Margaret wants to bring her children, and we'll also invite Puitak and Gordon to come.