So where is the little guy from, actually?

I am not sleeping again. This is tiring. Seriously, body. Dinner at M3 was nice, though.

Yesterday was low-key. I worked on my job. I stared at Craigslist. I made noodles and cheese with the last of the New Year's ham. I talked a lot more about Magic: The Gathering than I thought I remembered in comments to one of cucumberseed's latest posts. And in the evening I watched Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) for the first time since it was in theaters, because I had this DVD a mysterious benefactor sent me in July. It's a movie I loved when I saw it; I meant to post about it for a full year, then it seems I lost my notes (which in normal cases hang around my desktop in a mildly guilt-tripping way, I'm looking at you, Canterville Ghost) and failed to use The Avengers (2012) as sufficient impetus for a new set. Tiny Wittgenstein, do I have to get you out of the way every time I review something late?

Until such time as someone films a Mark Ruffalo Hulk and doesn't screw it up, I really think my favorite of the Marvel cycle will remain Captain America. I wasn't expecting that when I saw it. I never had any real affinity with the comics. I'm not sure what I could have told you about the mythos going in. Mostly I knew that I'd seen the trailer on television and against almost all my experience of trailers nowadays, it made me want to see the movie; so I did. And found I wanted to see it again. ( I can do this all day. )

So thank you, mysterious benefactor. This movie was a good thing to stare at last night; I'll almost certainly do it again and maybe even not lose my notes this time. It also leaves a person with half a mind to start using "fondue" as a euphemism, but that is probably wrong.

Can we play tomorrow?

And at the moment I have a headache that is flickering on the edges of migraine, but this afternoon I was contacted about a potential housing situation and threw around story ideas with derspatchel and audioboy and people who may not have livejournals at a table in iYo and this evening was spent with rose_lemberg at Penang in Chinatown and then Diesel in Davis Square and I came home to find my cousins had sent me Naomi Mitchison's Memoirs of a Spacewoman (1962) and my mother tells me one of her oldest friends used to hang out at one point in their lives with Derek Jarman.

So that was a good day.