A month to the day (well, okay, I count my day as still being the 13th, as I haven't gone to sleep yet) since my last journal entry. Things have been... interesting, to say the least.
Starting tomorrow, I'm on shift-work again. For the first time in about five years, I'll be working something other than a nominal "business hours" based shift, at a job where that was never part of the bargain, and for which it makes very little sense. But it's better than being unemployed, particularly given that I'm still the only actively employed member of the immediate household. Neither Deb nor Amy is terribly happy about it; honestly, I'm not, either, but for me it's just one of the things you put up with, sometimes, in the interest of having a roof over your head and food on the table.
Tonight's movie was Bicentennial Man (thus, the reference in the title of this journal). Good movie, though I'm hitting my re-watch limit on such things fairly quickly. Still, the combination of Issac Asimov's writing and Robin Williams' acting is simply unmatched in nearly anything else I've seen. Perhaps the depth, in some sense, is present from Carl Sagan in Contact, and Jodi Foster's acting is certainly good, it just doesn't quite come together with the same sense of profound storytelling.
Maybe next time I'll remember to discuss Brave Huntress Dandelion.